A ROOM OF LIVING...

If someone peeked through our window on a cold winter's night they would find a family of 5 plus 2 dogs all cuddled up on a gray sectional clearly not meant for that many people. Small feet stuck in their parent's faces with legs intertwined. Wide eyed children and parents staring at the television deeply entrenched in a newly released blockbuster movie. Our living room is so much more than just a room. It is our sanctuary where we are all safe, loved and warmed by the closeness of one another. A place where a dad can nestle up to his little girls on a cold winter's morning. A place where mom can lay with her children when sickness strikes allowing for the comfort and warmth of a mother's touch to heal their fevers, coughs and sniffles.

This room began with that trusty couch in the center of the room.  For this room I was going for comfy meets home and I think I succeeded. I painted the room in a medium gray color and used white accents including geometric pillows, curtains and furniture which plays off of the gray walls. A jute hand woven area rug was used to bring a natural element to the room and does a nice job breaking up the gray and white tones.

Two floating white shelves are hung over a quiet sitting area set with a white leather recliner. Often times I sit in this chair and stare out the window watching a family of deer frolic in my backyard or a mother fox watch over her kits as they play. One of the many reasons we fell in love with this home was because of the beautiful property the home rests on. Our home sits on 3 acres with woods set deep in the back. The recliner that sits in my living room allows me to quietly watch over nature or my little ladies run free. I imagine that when I grow old I will watch my grandchildren run as their parents did before them and that brings peace to my heart.

On top of the shelves you will find a collection of photo frames and art layered. Reminders that family is everything rest among family pictures. On the opposite wall a small collage of photos are hung as reminders of special moments in our lives. The photos hung are of when my children were much younger. I can't bring myself to update the photos and I don't think I ever will. I wish I could bottle up their youth and submerge myself in those moments forever. Since I can't stop them from growing, instead I savor the memories of the pictures that surround me in the warmth and love of the room filled with living.