One of my most popular
Staircases are works of art in my book, completely functional and architecturally
dynamic at the same time..
I hope I always live in a house with a staircase….
I come by my sturdy ,
if often unshaven, legs
Honestly and by way of carrying children, laundry, big smelly dogs,
mattresses and other furniture up and down the 18 steps between
downstairs and the all the rooms that start with a “B”.
Bed, Bath…Battic…oh wait…
I bet I spend more waking hours in my hallway and going up and down the stairs
than I do in my Dining Room, and probably the Loo.
Probably not the room with the comfy Chevron sofa though.
Lets keep it real.
…when we first moved here..Cooper was just 3, and bless his little heart, he would only come down these 18 steps on his bottom…
thats a LONG way down to a 3 year old, heck to a 29 year old too!
Tate, on the other hand
is the reason my stair rail has such a nice polish…
his swift soccer ball dribbling feet
never touched a step on the return trip…until he grew the longest legs of any living DeVito…
Phoebe…well think Saturday Night Live
and the Catholic school girl (minus the armpit sniffing)
who falls over a row of chairs but they shoots her arms high and says
It is where things get done…. laundry gets stacked,
where stomping happens,
…..where tumbles and trips and sprints occur and
Dreamy floppy get children carried to bed.
I wish someone would carry me to bed.
|I got this at a Middle School
silent auction, made by an 8th grade classmate of on sons