I cannot emphasize this enough. When we moved into this house, not only was everything crazy, the sunroom was specifically crazy to the point of insanity. I don’t have any pictures. Because it was too painful to take pictures. But let me tell you about it.
There was an ugly ugly exposed brick wall. There was brown paneling. And brown trim. And brown blinds. Y’all. Brown blinds! And a fan that had a stained glass thing from approximately 1974. There are also eight sliding glass doors that lead to nowhere (insert Bridge to Nowhere joke here). No, seriously. Nowhere. We don’t have a deck. Just doors. And the hope of a deck. Faith is the evidence of things unseen and all that, you know. Last summer we fixed all of that, changing out the fixture on the fan and painting (and painting and painting and painting) until the room was orange and the trim was white. There were still eight doors to nowhere. And the room is kind of freakishly narrow. But you can’t have everything.
There was also hideous carpet. I like carpet, but this was ugly carpet. And it still had furniture imprints on it. Even a year after we moved in. So this summer, we had the room tiled and moved the furniture around. And now it looks like an actual room! A room people want to hang out in! I love it! Would you like to see it?
Here is the new floor and the rug (that I got at World Market).
Here is a view of the room – although I have now bought a lamp and changed out the pillows on the couch and added pillows to the bench (that my mom and I made from the bottom of my card catalog for approximately $4), but you can see those in a second.
Here is our new TV on the table that used to be in the kitchen with many many wires behind it that we have now mostly cleaned up.
Here is the rocking chair my mom rocked me in when I was a baby.
Okay, here are some of the details we’ve added since – a new lamp from IKEA (plus Mike reading Breaking Dawn) and new pillows on the couch.
And pillows for the bench, which is where I am sitting right now.
And, actually, we got a new fan, but I am not going to take a picture of it for you. That seems boring, even to me. And it’s my fan. I am going to repeat this, but now this is an actual room. It doesn’t look anything like it did when we moved in. There are still plenty of things to do, but it’s so nice to think that it is actually pleasant for people to be in rather than an eyesore.
In case you were wondering about Big Bunny, well, she hated all the construction. Hated it. To the point of shedding her coat, which is what she does when she’s stressed out. But she likes the new room. And now that we have been able to get that table out of the kitchen, it’s easier to have her in there as well, so she actually has more space to hop about. I know you were all concerned. And she thanks you, because the people she lives with are, to her mind, remarkably unsympathetic.