If you have known me for any length of time, you know I have a thing for houses. I always have. When I was a little girl, I spent hours exploring every nook and cranny of my Great Grandparents Craftsman style home in Seattle. I loved tucking into the cozy breakfast nook, nibbling on toast with marmalade served on Grandma's breakfast china. Grandpa's study was especially intriguing, with an attached bathroom, in which the shower was barely tall enough for a child to duck under.
As I grew, so did my fascination with houses. I would dream of having my own home one day. I spent hours pouring over home decorating magazines and many more drawing house plans for my future abode. Before I moved into my first apartment, I had decorated the whole thing in my head. When it came time to actually move in, I knew just where to put everything.
During our first few years of marriage, Sir Knight didn't know what the house would look like when he came home. I rearranged furniture like most people changed their clothes - daily. I was obsessed with my home and making sure that everything was "just so". Never would I have had anything in my house that I didn't believe to be beautiful and in keeping with my current "decorating" style.
|Communications hutch (in the bathroom!)|
|Tactical gear behind the bathtub|
|Forklift batteries (in the bathroom!)|
Years piled upon years and we found ourselves in a "shouse" in the middle of the prairie. The girl that had once collected home decorating magazines and house plan books found herself in a shop with no defined rooms, no running water and no flushing toilets. As I struggled to create a hospitable, inviting home out of a garage, I learned that beauty and function could co-exist comfortably within the confines of most anything - even a "shouse".
|Industrial sewing machine between the living room and the kitchen|
|All the guys like the reloading bench in the living room!|
|Winemaking nestled up to reloading|
|Fabric storage next to the stairs|
|Basket with wool and drop spindle (for spinning wool)|
|Basket of yarn for knitting socks|
|My working kitchen|