Home o'dreams

Anne had no sooner uttered the phrase, "home o'dreams," than it captivated her fancy and she immediately began the erection of one of her own... she pursued her aerial architecture with such success that her "home o'dreams" was built and furnished before Diana spoke again.

-Anne of Avonlea


There are many things I love about the tiny apartment I share with James and Lulu. The high ceilings and historical architecture of our 1930s building, our amazing, multicultural neighborhood, the walkability of it, the fact that it's bordered on three sides by beautiful parks.

But there are a lot of things I hate, too. The rattling windows that we can't afford to replace. The knocking radiators, that turn our place into an oven in the winter. The lack of a yard, or balcony, or patio. The lack of space. Oh, the lack of space! 850 square feet is NOT ENOUGH for two work-at-home parents and a child (and three cats!) My kingdom for an extra room! For an alcove!

When some people are feeling hemmed in, they handle it by decluttering.

I retreat into a world of PURE IMAGINATION.

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Hello! Welcome to our house! It's so good to see you. We've been waiting for you.


Why don't you hang your coats up in the foyer and follow me into the living room?

Why, yes, there is lots of natural light. We love the light. Clean? It's really not that hard to keep it clean. Our kid is very low-maintenance. And we tie her hands behind her back at all times. That helps.

Sit down, sit down, I'm just going to pop into the kitchen for a sec to check on supper.


We'll be eating on the patio tonight.


What a glorious meal that was! Such witty conversation! Thank you for sharing it with us. What's that you say? You have imbibed too copiously of the wine at dinner? NO PROBLEM. Why don't you stay the night? Let me show you to our guest room.


The bathroom is right through those doors.


And if you need some light bedtime reading, why don't you choose something from my library?

Not pictured in the home tour: the sauna, the Candi Spelling-esque wrapping paper rooms, the barbecue pit, and the saltwater infinity pool. And the dozens and dozens of rooms we always forget about, because we visit them only about once a week or so. That's how much space we have. WE FORGET ROOMS!

Oh, and Raoul, the pool boy. He's not pictured because he's currently peeling me some grapes.

We are so pleased you stopped by our house, guys!

Come back, y'hear?

(This post brought to you by Pinterest (are you pinning? Follow me! Let's waste time together!) and a(n un)healthy disconnect with reality.)