I’ve been thinking a lot lately about highlighting the quirky side of Pemberley. Like, if Mr. Darcy got a chance to air his grievances about this house, what he would list. See, Mr. Darcy still isn’t so in love with Pemberley. Every time I ask him what his favorite thing about this house is he replies “That you live here.”
I’m not sure if that is sweet or sad.
Anyway, there are many quirky aspects to this house, and so every now and then I am considering writing about those issues. Today’s post embraces both aspects… something I love, and something a little… unusual.
One of the things I like the most about Pemberley is that all of the bedrooms are upstairs. (Sorta, if you don’t count the basement.) So, every night my kids, Mr. Darcy, and myself all snuggle down into our beds on the same level. I love that. If my kids need anything during the night, they are just a short walk away.
Here’s the hallway with the door opened. Straight ahead is The Boy’s room, and yes it is lavendar, and yes, it’s on my TO DO list.
This built-in dresser in the hallway is great because the kids’ bathroom is small, and only has a pedestal sink which doesn’t provide much storage. So, all the towels and other supplies fit nicely in the dresser.
Now, are you wondering why I placed that picture so strangely? Low and off-center? Kind of random, right? Here’s why:
We didn’t discover this large, gaping hole in the wall until we moved in. The previous owners also must have had an oddly placed picture hanging here. We have no idea why or when that square was cut out of the wall.
Want a closer look?
That’s our chimney. Weird, right? But, we’re not going to patch it right away. At some point we need to redo all the wiring in this house, so maybe this hole will come in handy?? Who knows.
In addition, maybe I can start threatening to put my kids down the hole as their “Naughty Spot”. “Throw one more tantrum, Kitty, and I’ll stuff you down the hole!”
That oughta whip her into shape.
But, when it comes down to it, I actually like this weird, open chimney space and I’ll tell you why. At our last house, the girls shared the room directly beneath us. Lizzy is a very loud, very violent sleeper. It was not unusual to wake up to her screaming, “GET OUT OF MY ROOM, BOY!!” or “THAT’S NOT FUNNY, JANE!!!” But, here at Pemberley, I’ve never heard her talk in her sleep once despite the fact that her room is right next to ours. This chimney space seems to act as a sound buffer.