The Dining Room

Behind the kitchen and to the right from the living room lies the dining room. Years and years and years ago this was a bedsit with a right to use the kitchen, and later it has served as Husband and brother’s childhood bedroom, and up until last summer it was Granny’s bedroom. My daughters have napped there as babies. We, however, needed a place for the dining table that seats at least six people. Nobody sleeps here anymore.

The dining room is also a study, and there is a special side table for charging various devices as well as a couple of doors installed on the bookshelf in order to hide my piles of papers and pens and stickers and other necessities.

This is also where my poor children store their toys, in a mere chest. I’d like to try and restrict the number of toys downstairs to an amount that fits in the closed chest, but as you can see, the Littlest Pet Shop house just doesn’t disappear in there… And even though the idea of having one place for toys is brilliant – in theory you would just tell the kids it’s time to pick up toys and they would only have one place to dump them so it would all be really quick – it takes a lot of grown up effort to actually monitor the procedure. There are little balls under the sofa and furry animals lying all over the place, and you get so used to the sight that you just go blind on them.

If your sight is good, you may see that the wall papering project is in process. We’ll get to that when it’s time.