A beautiful home, but tough enough for kids

Thirty years ago, I got divorced and found myself in immediate need of a place to live.

My ex-spouse was supposedly moving into a studio apartment, and I did not want our child to have to grow up in an apartment, so I felt I needed to buy a house.

The prices were quickly skyrocketing at that time, and I ended up buying both of us a little historical lodge in a neighboring town. Every single person who comes into the new home says it reminds them being inside of a cozy dollhouse. I tend to understand what they mean, very easily. I furnished the home office with cherry furniture that has a lot of intricate swirls and curves in the legs and such. The wooden tables gleam brighter than polished glass and the paintings on the walls show off the ridiculously attractive furniture well. To the right as you walk in the front door is the red brick fireplace, and on either side of the hearth, I have placed Brown leather chairs. Between the two brown leather chairs there is a small cherry wood table that holds a traditional style lamp. I spend time calmly reading there after supper and assume traditional excellence at my own home. At the same time, I have a home office that is more rustic meets traditional. This is where I gather here with our child and her friends, and we eat pounds of brownies and take-out pizza. The wooden tables here are pieces of oak that can definitely take a beating and were more reasonably priced. My high end furniture has its place and so do my rambunctious children.
Silverleaf sophistication