Go ahead, ask: Where are these pictures from and why are they important? Easy. My parents' new house and...because they are of my parents' new house. OK, easy enough for me, but you're still wondering why they are important to you or, at least, why you should bother wasting your time looking at them. The only answer I have is because we are all products of environment, whether it's our house or our hometown.
There are three things that have undoubtedly shaped me: family, Arkansas, and "home." The first is easy enough to understand. When I say Arkansas, I am specifically referring to Paragould, Arkansas, and more generally to the South. However, in this blog I'd like to talk about "home," in which case I am referring both to a physical dwelling and the environment I grew up in.
The pictures featured below are taken from my parents' sixth new house, the first since I moved out a few years ago (of course, I only lived in the fifth house a few months before moving to Arkadelphia). Nevertheless, the majority of my life has been spent moving and building -- between new houses there were rent houses. Though I don't fully understand its impact, the process of building a new house and moving has always been a part of my life. However, despite this continual movement, I never felt alienated from a house.
Someday I hope to collect pictures of all the houses I've lived in, especially those my parents built. The point of this blog is still largely unclear, I know; however, it serves as a means of documenting a brief time period of my life, if nothing else.
Yes, I still have a room at my parents' house. Maybe it's because they miss me so much, or because they love me the most, or because I'm the youngest (yup, I'm the "baby"), but it's probably because I'm the only child who lives in an apartment four hours away. Yeah, that's it. I love the modern colors in this room.
There wasn't a good angle to take a picture of the living room, but this will have to work. My dad hates the red chairs flanking the fireplace -- he thinks the furniture is too modern. Also, my mom added the iron on top of the pictures. I'm undecided on both.
My nieces' room. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, this is really my room and I just don't want to admit it. However, despite the pretty red bedroom suit, that bed is as hard as a frozen mud. The miniature table with the tea set on the left side of the bed adds a nice touch to the room.
My parents always made us eat at the table for every meal, but the dining room has always seemed pointless to me. At least there isn't a formal dining room as well in this house. If the walls are clear enough in the picture, note the beautiful faux finish my mom and brother added to the paint (unfortunately, I think the dining room is the only room I didn't paint).
My mom's favorite feature of the house. Barry Shelton in Paragould built it -- I'm pretty sure he's going to feature it in Premeire Magazine. I have to admit, it looks much better than the white or brick mantles they've had in the past. I've never been a fan of cherry wood, but I think it's growing on me.
Always the most important room in any house, the kitchen. I really like the island that doubles as a bar; it beats the bar table my parents had in their last house.
My parents built their "final house" beside my grandparents' house (above). Yes, the muddy spot between the houses is reserved for the garden.
Horses and saw horses. The view is definitely a plus.
There are three things that have undoubtedly shaped me: family, Arkansas, and "home." The first is easy enough to understand. When I say Arkansas, I am specifically referring to Paragould, Arkansas, and more generally to the South. However, in this blog I'd like to talk about "home," in which case I am referring both to a physical dwelling and the environment I grew up in.
The pictures featured below are taken from my parents' sixth new house, the first since I moved out a few years ago (of course, I only lived in the fifth house a few months before moving to Arkadelphia). Nevertheless, the majority of my life has been spent moving and building -- between new houses there were rent houses. Though I don't fully understand its impact, the process of building a new house and moving has always been a part of my life. However, despite this continual movement, I never felt alienated from a house.
Someday I hope to collect pictures of all the houses I've lived in, especially those my parents built. The point of this blog is still largely unclear, I know; however, it serves as a means of documenting a brief time period of my life, if nothing else.
Yes, I still have a room at my parents' house. Maybe it's because they miss me so much, or because they love me the most, or because I'm the youngest (yup, I'm the "baby"), but it's probably because I'm the only child who lives in an apartment four hours away. Yeah, that's it. I love the modern colors in this room.
There wasn't a good angle to take a picture of the living room, but this will have to work. My dad hates the red chairs flanking the fireplace -- he thinks the furniture is too modern. Also, my mom added the iron on top of the pictures. I'm undecided on both.
My nieces' room. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, this is really my room and I just don't want to admit it. However, despite the pretty red bedroom suit, that bed is as hard as a frozen mud. The miniature table with the tea set on the left side of the bed adds a nice touch to the room.
My parents always made us eat at the table for every meal, but the dining room has always seemed pointless to me. At least there isn't a formal dining room as well in this house. If the walls are clear enough in the picture, note the beautiful faux finish my mom and brother added to the paint (unfortunately, I think the dining room is the only room I didn't paint).
My mom's favorite feature of the house. Barry Shelton in Paragould built it -- I'm pretty sure he's going to feature it in Premeire Magazine. I have to admit, it looks much better than the white or brick mantles they've had in the past. I've never been a fan of cherry wood, but I think it's growing on me.
Always the most important room in any house, the kitchen. I really like the island that doubles as a bar; it beats the bar table my parents had in their last house.
My parents built their "final house" beside my grandparents' house (above). Yes, the muddy spot between the houses is reserved for the garden.
Horses and saw horses. The view is definitely a plus.
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