Our house was built about 50 years ago when open floor plans were not the rage they are today. The room built to be the dining room is rather small. The house also has a front room that was originally built to be a formal living space. I didn’t like that arrangement. Since someone along the way built a sun porch that we use as another living area, I decided to make the front room the formal dining area (or as formal as we’re ever gonna be) so we would at least use that square footage from time to time.
This decision left us with an empty smallish room between the kitchen and “new” dining room. We don’t know what to call it. It’s been referred to as the library because I put a couple of bookshelves in there, the smoking room because we think we’re funny, the bar because we store liquor in the built-in shelves, and more often than not “in there” or the “dining room that’s not the dining room anymore.” Baby Daddy pushed hard for sitting room, but lost when I pointed out there’s no furniture in there.
The room with no name also has a big blank wall in it. Yes, we’ve lived here 10 months. Yes, I’m just now getting around to decorating my house. Sadly, this is an improvement. We lived in the last house for more than two years before I hung anything on the walls. But filling a big space is not exactly easy. I was really stuck on what to do when my friend Kelli decided to do the 48 Hour Film Festival. I loaned her team a child’s giraffe costume I have. When I delivered the costume, I saw what she did with her formerly big, blank walls. I loved it. So I decided to rip off the idea. Because I’m awesome like that.
We’re taking suggestions for a name for the room. Fred is taken. He’s the houseplant. Other than that, we’re open. Of course, some furniture for this room would be awesome. That could take another 10 months for me to decide what to do about that.