Furniture designer Mark Tuckey’s house. It’s since been sold. I was not the buyer.
I wanted to wait until every room was to my liking before I posted any photos of my house, but that’s never going to happen. So I did some major cleaning this weekend and snapped some shots to give you a glimpse into our home.
I spared you images of the bathrooms, kitchen and master bedroom. Nothing interesting to look at. So there you have it. Our home. Judge away.
It’s been 11 years to the day he asked me to be his girlfriend, so in honor of our love, I wanted to settle some household issues the Husband and I currently deal with.
I’m a sexist in a feminist’s body and I believe there is a clear line that separates male and female chores.
Female chore = stocking toilet paper in bathrooms
Male chore = taking out the trash
Female chore = throwing away bad food from the fridge
Male chore = washing the dog bowls
Female chore = folding up throw blankets and rearranging pillows on the couch after Husband messes them up every night
Male chore = cleaning the garage (which he did this weekend without my even having to ask!)
The Husband disagrees with this separation and thinks that if I want something done, I should just do it rather than nag. So yes, everyone, despite my abhorrence to garbage, I routinely take out the trash. The other night, I put my foot down when he suggested I hose off the back porch. Seriously? Isn’t it enough that I keep our plants and flowers alive?
Husband, I promise to bring down the collection of water cups you have on your nightstand for the rest of my life if you promise to always haul in the groceries.
Happy Anniversary. I love you.