Trip pictures: my parents' house

[cimorene]

I'm back, alive! After leaving home at 7:30 Saturday (3 pm Finnish time), 8 hours shy of 3 days later I finally arrived home. That was because when the airline bumped the flight forward, they couldn't "contact" Orbitz, the ticket vendor responsible for notifying me. So I never was notified: Mom and I drove the three and a half hours to Atlanta Saturday morning only to discover my flight had been moved AN ENTIRE DAY. The airline discounted a hotel room (though not by much), but my whole trip was delayed a day and Wax had to make me a completely new ferry boat reservation, since it wasn't refundable and I missed the original one (total cost of delay $80+ to my mom and €35 to Wax). So the trip back went approximately like,

• First twenty-four hours: driving, standing at the airline counter, changing out of plane clothes in the car, lunch-shopping-coffee-shopping-dinner-shopping with Mom; damp hotel room, crappy airconditioning, crappy hotel soap and shampoo; airport. 


• Next twelve hours: flight delayed, they lost my fucking vegetarian request and all I could get was pasta in the red sauce that I'm allergic to, uneasy sleep, starving, inedible solid sugar thing for breakfast. 


• Next twenty-four hours: starving, bus to downtown Stockholm, starving, get lost and finally sit down in a café only to order pasta with fucking red sauce by mistake, royal palace & science fiction bookstore even though it was REALLY cold so I had to stop and buy a scarf and hat. Finished it off with my favourite coffee shop. Total time STANDING and waiting involved in getting to ferry terminal, onto ferry and into room while hands develop luggage blisters was at least an hour and a half. Ferry smelled suspicious and was disappointingly small, but I slept all right.

Here are a lot of pictures of my parents' house. I was responsible for a number of decorating decisions here, mainly in the livingroom and dining room (the guest room I did is not pictured), but my designs were more minimal and my mother's natural taste has added a lot of sparkle and tchotchkes. I love my parents' house desperately. It's a shotgun-style farmhouse a little more than a hundred years old with lots of heavy wooden doors, painted wooden floors, huge wooden trim, hand-blown glass windows, & ten foot ceilings, with four bedrooms down one side of the hall and the kitchen, dining room, livingroom, and library down the other. It's filled with colour, artwork, antiques, and eccentric sparkle, sort of like the Anthropologie shop I saw in Atlanta the other day but cooler, IMO, since we did most of it.

August 2007 visit, front entryway roof support



August 2007 visit, hall from front entry



August 2007 visit, livingroom mantel



August 2007 visit, livingroom



August 2007 visit, dining room & art by Steve



August 2007 visit, dining room



August 2007 visit, dining room



August 2007 visit, dining room shelves



August 2007 visit, dining room



August 2007 visit, dining room



August 2007 visit, kitchen



August 2007 visit, kitchen and dining room floor



August 2007 visit, kitchen, blue chicken by Mom



August 2007 visit, back entryway



August 2007 visit, back entryway



August 2007 visit, Dad in front garden



August 2007 visit, side garden



August 2007 visit, backyard



August 2007 visit, hall



August 2007 visit, kitchen



August 2007 visit, Dad in kitchen



August 2007 visit, Orpheus in dining room & art by Steve



August 2007 visit, dining room shelves



August 2007 visit, dining room, Rupert the Chinese dragon



August 2007 visit, dining room shelves & owl by Steve



August 2007 visit, dining room shelves



August 2007 visit, Mom in livingroom

Comments

[hollsh.livejournal.com]

Mine are size 10, I hate them :(

[cimness.livejournal.com]

Yeah, my mom's too. It's the worst size to shop for as far as I can tell! We went in several stores in Atl the other day that didn't even CARRY it. Mom says men's shoes aren't as good in terms of fit for her foot shape too which sucks.