Welcome to the Elf Palace

As promised, my poppets, some pictures of my perfect wonderful delightful extraordinary Elf Palace. Let's pretend you just knocked on my door. (knock, knock, knock) Why, hello, blog! How nice to see you. Come right on in, why don't you? Oh, thanks, I just finished setting things up. I still have a few more things to do, like pick up my plants from the babysitters, but for the most part, this is it.

So here's the living area/kitchen/dining room/closet room. With the exception of the kitchen table and the blue folding chair (classy!), the furniture is all old AmazingPants family stuff. The coffee table there, for example, is my grandfather's old Navy sea chest.



The sofa is from my parents' old living room set, and although the leather is cracked and the seats are falling through, man is that old thing comfortable. The lamp on the side table is part of a set that was a wedding gift to my parents when they sealed the deal back in '75.



The yellow corduroy chair dates way back in my mother's family. She sat on the arm of it next to her grandmother and watched news of the Cuban Missile Crisis unfold back in 1962, but I think it had a considerable history even before that. Then Captain Mommypants and Superdad took them (there used to be two) when they bought their first house, and it was the Time Out Chair when Umulu and I were misbehaving. Last year I grew roots in Old Corduroy while I studied for my comps. I love that chair.



Off to my right here, right through that door you can see in the pictures above, is the bathroom and laundry, which is chiquitito, but just perfect.



And up the stairs into the loft... ta-daaaaaa!! My favorite reading chair, vintage AmazingPants family heirloom, circa 1989. And check out those nook beds! Anybody want to have a slumber party?



And a desk, where I, er... um.... well. It's where I certainly have plans to work, at the very least.



So there you have it, blog. See why I call it the Elf Palace? It is both elfin and palatial, and I am the luckiest son-of-a-gun on the planet. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to nesting.