WARNING: The following post could be upsetting to individuals who adhere to a minimalistic lifestyle; it could be disturbing to people who prefer their living spaces to be clean and uncluttered; and it could potentially unhinge those who seek solace and serenity in their homes.
ANOTHER WARNING: The following post could be dangerous to all the individuals in our lives who chuckled when they saw the wide open spaces in our home and assured us it would never stay that way once we procreated – because the delighted cackle that would follow the words “I told you so” would be so forceful and filled with so much self satisfaction it could sprain their necks/jaws/ribs.
A FINAL WARNING: The following before and after photos may indeed be disconcerting to experience in this virtual forum, but to those of you who dare to actually cross this threshold in person, I urge you to proceed with the utmost caution and with a great deal of attention to what toy/gadget/desperate attempt to distract/or actual tiny child might be underfoot.
Needless to say, after all that prefacing…we used to be minimalists (or we aspired anyway)…and well, we aren’t anymore. I present the evidence:
ONE PART OF OUR LIVING ROOM, BEFORE:
THAT SAME PART OF OUR LIVING ROOM, AFTER:
ANOTHER PART OF OUR LIVING ROOM, BEFORE:
FROM A SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT ANGLE, AFTER:
REMEMBER THE RELATIVELY SLEEK LINES OF OUR DINING ROOM/BOOK NOOK?
BACK THEN, I’D NEVER LET ANYTHING GET IN BETWEEN ME AND MY BOOKS:
NOW, WELL, IT’S A WHOLE OTHER SITUATION:
OF COURSE, ALONG WITH ALL THE CHAOS COMES THIS:
SO WE ARE HARDLY COMPLAINING…
I assume most homes take a hit when the kid moves in? And do I presume correctly that it only gets crazier from here?