*~It's complicated~*: Grandma's Playhouse

Last weekend we moved into what

I have lovingly dubbed

Grandma's Playhouse.

I am being completely honest when I say that you feel like you would see grandma standing in the kitchen. Not specifically one of my grandmas, but a grandma in general. Perhaps the embodiment of a grandma, the classic image that everyone imagines, dressed in her kitchen apron and with her hair all up in a short curly cut (the white dandelion style), perhaps with a gigantic pair of bifocals and a warm smile on her face, ready to pinch your cheeks and cuddle you silly. She would be completely at home in our new house.

I am a girly girl. I love candles and lotions, pink and frilly etc etc etc. But even I could not stomach the amount of lace in this house. Yesterday I took down the lace curtains in our bedroom and even the lace shower curtain (yes, I am serious, a lace shower curtain) and left them in a pile on the living room floor. I would rather look at exposed blinds, curtain rods and a shower liner than see all of that cream colored lace cluttering up Grandma's Playhouse.

But I digress.

The reason I call it Grandma's Playhouse is because of it's inevitable charm. Four sets of stairs that children can literally run circles in, a treehouse-like room above the garage, a beautiful backyard with lots of plants and trees, and loads of gold hardware make this home a grandchild's dream. I swear the first thing I wanted to do was run up and down the stairs...

And as we slowly move through the drudgery of unpacking everything and finding a home for each piece of furniture, I have started to create a few of my favorite spaces.

I love the bookshelf when you are standing in the middle of the living room, with the wedding picture of us next to a purple candle.