One of you said, "I'd like to hear about what you adore most (or about some of the things you adore best) in your house (outside of the people)." Good idea: inside of the people, it's too dark to appreciate some of the things I adore most. Specifically, one of the things I love most about our house is that it has most of our books in it. I love having a library with books on all the walls that will take books and comfy blue furniture to sit on when we're reading (or talking). I want to finish replacing the current shelves with cherry stained shelves, I want to buy a new lamp, and I want to get it painted blue instead of yellow, but the way it is now will do very nicely.
I like -- can we switch verbs here? because I'm too Minnesotan to keep on with "adore" without squirming -- I like a lot of our house these days. I like the paintings my aunt gave us, one in the library and the other in markgritter's and my bedroom. I don't much like the living room -- it has awkward door/window/fireplace placement for our usage -- but I like the red couch that's coming a week from today. I like the prints we've hung and are going to hang soon: Budapest and Minnehaha Falls and snowy trees and tapirs and stuff. I like stuff on the living room mantle: the Mexican pottery immingpool gave us when they were here when Ellie was a baby, the three stylized hugging people, the little lizard bowl we picked up at a craft fair with porphyrin's crew.
I like the pitcher seagrit made me and the bowl with dragonflies on it that makes pameladean crow every time I serve her things from it.
I like -- no, actually "adore" is the right word here -- the little green tile that hangs next to the front hall closet, that porphyrin and Mike brought the very first time they met us, because it was just the right thing, just our kind of thing, and it went so nicely in that spot, and there they were, just our kind of people, too. I don't much believe in love at first sight, but I loved that little tile and the little hands that gave it to me pretty much right away. And the big hands, too.
I like the color of wood in our bedroom furniture and the way I can tell which kitchen chair someone just sat on by how it creaks.
I like our two pianos with their different stories and their identical lamps and the iron dragonfly and the little blue hippo and the bead calendar on them.
People are on against materialism, but we haven't just randomly grabbed material things and thrown them at our home. The things we have here are our things for a reason. And we like a lot of the same stuff, so it's not like I have very many things I'm sneering at going, "Well, that's his, not mine."
What do you like at your house? What do you like at my house?