My Favorite Room

Kelly is doing a fun thing on her blog. She asked people to share pictures of their favorite rooms. I always love to see the insides of other homes, so I decided to play along with her. My favorite room in our home is the den. I think I like it best because that is where we spend all our time, so I have many happy memories there.

I love the painting of the big red barn that hangs over our fireplace. We are city folk, but we long to be out in the country someday, and to have a big red barn that could house our rag tag team of pets and strays. Several years ago, we went to the furniture store to buy a new couch. We saw this painting long before we reached the sofa department. The store was hosting a special event that day, and the artist was hand signing paintings. So, we acted on impulse (not like us at all), blew our whole couch budget, and then came home to sit on the floor and admire the new signed painting!

There is a little wooden stool next to the fireplace that currently holds a birdhouse. My father made that stool in shop class when he was a boy.

The quilt on my wall was made by my Oma's best friend. She was nearly 90 when she hand quilted it with tiny, perfect stitches. My Oma had it on a bed in her house, hidden by another quilt, and one time when I went to visit her I commented on how pretty it was. When I got ready to leave, she had it carefully wrapped in a bundle to send with me as a surprise. That same year, my father-in-law drew my name at Christmastime, and he bought me this beautiful quilt rack.

The little hand painted chair on the floor was a baby gift from a sweet friend of mine. That chair has been in her family for a long time. Her husband fixed it up, and she had it freshly painted for Emma.

I have a china hutch in my den filled with my Great Grandmother's antique dishes. My Grandmother used those dishes the whole time I was growing up, and I remember her drinking tea with honey from those little teacups.

The very sophisticated white plastic drawers next to the hutch house our extensive Lego collection. I bought those drawers one day when I was delirious. I spent hours picking through Legos and sorting them out by color. One color per drawer.

Worst. Idea. Ever.

Did you know that little boys don't disassemble creations and refile Legos by color? In fact, they don't often disassemble at all, which is why most of the baskets you see scattered around the room are actually overflow receptacles for super-sonic spaceships and ultra-mega shooting aircraft.
The plate rack with blue plates was a gift from my husband one year, and the sign above it is what I stare at when I lay on the couch to read to my kids. Good reminder. :)


Old Faithful there was following me around, doing her best to obstruct every shot. She is a sweet old hound, and since she is a permanent snoozing feature of the den, I figured she deserved a little press.

The pretty clock above the red chair was a wedding present from my husband's folks. The red chair holds a few of my rooster pillows, because I am a firm believer that you can NEVER have too many needlepoint rooster pillows.

...And that is a tour of my favorite room in the house.