Emma and 812 Main Street

I'm such a homebody, you guys.  I've been running into friends freshly home from great summer adventures, and when the conversation turns, people ask, as they do, "What have you been up to?" I say, with what I think is audible happiness and relief, "NOTHING."  Sure, the kids and I have been to the pool, and the library.  But lots have days have been like today, where I listen to the whine of lawn tools and the roar of the garbage truck and the voices of my children imagining they are Endermen and waiters and bunny rabbits as I do the dishes and make some appointments and peanut-butter and Nutella sandwiches.  My vacation this year is staying in my beautiful house and enjoying the heck out of it.

I've been so hesitant to make more blog posts.  I've not really had the urge to write stuff, for one thing, and I've felt kind of weird about thinking that anyone is interested on what's inside my house, for another.  My writing itch has returned, probably as a side effect of all of this delicious leisure, and if I think about it, I'm really interested about what's going on with other people's houses (if you wrote a blog, I'd totally bookmark it), so why wouldn't other people want to read about mine?  And if you're not, you won't read.  Issue resolved.

I've also been a little embarrassed to show parts of my house that aren't finished yet.  There's almost no furniture in the front room, and every time the pizza guy comes to the door and says, "Oh, just moving in?" in a totally friendly way, I'd like to sink through the floor when I have to say, "Nope."  I'd like to claim that I'm such a devout minimalist that I plan to keep most of the room bare (not true) along with the other unfurnished, unfinished rooms in the house, or that some really pressing thing has monopolized all of my time (a total lie).  I'm just slow, is all.  I have a couch for the living room, my "parlor," but deciding what fabric to recover it in is taking a LOT of thought.  And that's just an example of what's going on in the whole house, and I'm embarrassed for you to see that it took only ten months for my house to be built from slab to finish, but it's been eight months and I don't even have curtains for all the windows.

But what's the point of thoughtfully filling my house with just the right stuff for me if I'm not going to invite people in?  So come into my family room, which is not finished, but is finished enough for now, for you to come have some tea with me (even if it's just imaginary tea because you live far away).

So this room is open to the kitchen, (behind me when I was taking this picture), and it used to be the kids' bedroom.  It's bigger, by two or three feet, widthwise, than it was when it was a bedroom, but it has the same triple window that it used to, and it feels like the same sunshiny room it used to be when my baby boy (now almost EIGHT!) would nap in my lap in a sunbeam from that window.  So I like this room, just a little.  The paint color is Sherwin Williams Gardenia, which they list as white, but is clearly just the right amount of sunshiny yellow.  I'm a sucker for primary colors, and should probably not have gone all out for the red accents, but those curtains used to be in the old dining room AND they are just the same color as my awesome stove, so there they go and I love them.

The centerpiece of any family room is a squishy couch, of course.  This one is grey velvet (that cleans up surprisingly easily), and is great for napping, watching tv, and playing way-too-competitive rounds of Monopoly (which the coffee table is big enough for--KEY).

 If you have any thoughts about my pillows, I'd love to hear them.  All I really know about pillows is how to drool on them while napping, but I give decorative (washable) pillows my best attempt.

Part of why this room took me so long to put together was this rug.  It's actually individual one-foot squares from Flor that I spent about three months agonizing over and rearranging into the perfect "random/not too random" configuration.  I should have asked for help from their free design service.  If you and I are pals, you know that's a hilarious and nonsensical idea (Asking for help?! Bah!).  It's a good rug, made from 100% recycled materials, that's comfy and washable.  And you can play board games on it and the board doesn't get all bendy.  I should have known that a rug this dark would show crumbs and fuzz more than I would like, but the internet told me I should have a darker rug to "anchor" my space.  Who knows?  Fortunately, this is also a centerpiece of my living room:

I love my robot vacuum a lot.  It's super awesome, and I highly recommend it, especially to people who may have small people in their house that produce crumbs at an alarming rate.

Someday, this folding table will be replaced by some kind of awesome real table, and someday, I might also have a piano on this wall to the right, but for now, this is a happy drawing/computing/doing homework station.

My kids don't get homework from school, so they make up homework to give each other.  I know! They also don't wear glasses (knock wood, turn around three times, says the mom who's always had corrective lenses), so these specs from a birthday party goody bag are a prized possession.

I didn't think this comfy chair was going to go in the family room of this house--I just didn't think it would work.    I'm pretty OK with it, though, and I'm glad, because this is an awesome reading spot.

And these squishy kid chairs are part of the unfinished-ness of this room-we'll theoretically have real chairs here, someday.  I haven't found any I want yet, though, and the kids love these, so they can stay until one of those things changes.  

I always feel like I don't have enough stuff on the walls.  I'm working on that in here, but at the same time, I'm pretty happy with how things are for now.

This is my favorite spot, though.  It's more than enough.  The bird painting is a housewarming gift from my dearest girlfriends by an artist (Raina Hampton) from the town where we all went to college together. The square thingys are lead ceiling tiles, probably old, certainly retouched, that I found fourth-or fifth-hand for cheap!  And the photograph is from the University of Houston archives and is a photograph of Main Street in about 1915.

So you can see lots of old cars, some dudes in super-cool hats, the Bender Hotel (which I think is a hilarious name), and there on the left, just past the first street light, the sign for Battelstein's department store.  Battelstein's is a part of Houston history, for sure, but I think it's also part of the history of my house, so I think it has a place on my wall.  Herman Fritch was probably the guy who built my house, in 1915 or so, and lived in it with his wife and son for thirty years.  He worked every day of his life, as nearly as I can reckon, and got up every day, walked four blocks to the streetcar at Heights Boulevard, and took that little train until right about here, where he went to work as a tailor at Battelstein's.  I'm not sure why I think this is such a neat picture, really, other than that nostalgia is my drug of choice.

That, and this is the same street from Google Maps today.  The Bender Hotel became the San Jacinto, then an office building, then, despite the marble and brass interior and the carved granite details, was demolished and replaced by a parking garage.  Battelstein's built a new building in 1950, but it's been abandoned about as long as I've lived here. I love Houston, and the city's drive for progress is making us the next great global city, if I do say so.  But it seems like there's as much value in remembering as there is in building new things, and maybe that's part of my job as a lover of old stuff.  So I have an old picture in my new family room, and I remember.  

Fortunately, Houston is discovering, along with the rest of the world, that progress and history aren't natural enemies.  The Carter building, next to Battelstein's, is now a schmancy new JW Marriot, retaining original features and celebrating the building's history. And in the next block is the old Gulf Building, Houston's tallest skyscraper at 37 stories until 1963, on the National Register of Historic Places AND still a functioning office building.  I'm glad other folks are loving their new/old stuff like I am.