What’s the tiniest thing about your home that you love?

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And I do mean tiniest- location, size etc don’t matter. Just the one little thing that makes you smile.

For me, it’s my kitchen window. No matter what the weather is outside, opening that window always seems to just let in the gentlest of breezes.

My bedroom curtains and the window. It’s a 1970s house with enormous windows. I choose a pair of statement curtains for my bedroom when we moved in last year, not normally something I’d go for, but I was feeling brave. They’re amazing and give the room an ethereal feel. They’re the best curtains I’ve ever owned. When they’re closed it’s like having a fabric feature wall.

Also the feeling I have when I come home (on the days I have the house to myself), a feeling a calm and peace and knowing it is my space, my sanctuary.

My brass snail door knocker.

It's red brick but about half way up there's a vertical 'stripe' of white brick - on my house and garden wall.
And the stairs are twisty, I have a thing for stairs 🤣

The rose arch in the garden just below my bedroom window - when I open the curtains in the morning I can smell the fragance

Currently the peacocks we have inherited. They have fled their previous home because of a fox and have set up camp in ours. They are magnificent and makes me feel just a little bit regal.

The fact that I’m no longer attached.

The previous neighbours in our semi made me ill with their noise. It took months of living here for my shoulders to actually lower and to stop tensing whenever I heard a noise.

The way the road is I actually catch view of my house before I turn into the road, my heart feels happy every time I see it.

My potting shed.
It's small and crooked and a bit dusty which is understandable as it's over 140 years old.
It's got my father's old tools lined up and polished as he used to have them. It's got shelves of old terracotta pots and crocks that I've collected over the years.
My potting bench is pretty worn but along the back there's old glass bottles and stoneware jars that I've dug up in the garden or found in charity shops that contain my bits and bobs.

It has such a peaceful atmosphere and I feel endlessly comforted in there. I love pottering about on a windy and rainy day, tucked warm and dry inside - feeling like I'm not part of the 21st century and protected from all the worries of modern life.

Our walk in wardrobe. Always wanted an old house, not a modern one, but this walk in wardrobe… Oh, it’s a joy.

We've only been in 6 months so I can’t wait till we’ve actually made this house our own and have the memories other people have!

I would like to visit. I'll bring cake and seedlings. Please?

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Your post made me so happy for you. I'm glad you feel so secure now. 🌷

This place is FAR FAR FAR from the nicest place I've lived in. I miss the sea, the wild animals, the space, the utility rooms, the open fires, huge gardens etc

but yes, it's MINE, all MINE (well 1/3 - 1/2 the banks actually) & it's safe & secure. I have good neighbours I know I can rely on in an emergency.

To answer the OP, the small thing I love is my bathroom skylight. It's been in 8 years now & still makes me smile!! (It's an internal bathroom & I hated it beforehand). I also still LOVE the tiles.

Bit niche, but I've got a view of the Pyramids from my bedroom balcony...never fails to cheer me up!

So nice to have a positive thread on mumsnet. I’m loving reading all of these.

I can see the sea from my front door.

My beautiful limestone fireplace.

I love our big bay windows, especially at Christmas when I buy a huge tree to put in front of our living room window. I also love the early evening glow on our new garden room walls.

My mailbox, painted by a local artist to mimic the cheerful, bright houses on the coast in St John’s, Newfoundland.

Also, the warm and mellow smell of aged wood from the floors and stairs when I walk into the house on a summer’s day

My Victorian fireplace in the living room. It's purely decorative, it doesn't even work but I've dotted candles around it, and a few houseplants on the mantle and the hearth and it just makes me feel all cozy looking at it.

The vista are varied. One, the landscape drops down northwards to a river valley. It bathes in the sun all day and we have a patchwork of golden barley, wheat, grass pasture and a smattering of willows that change colour as the sun moves round. To the west a different view through the low branches of apple trees.

In the house, for three weeks of April and then again in September the sun as it sets just catches a chandelier and casts its soft warm shadow against the backwall. A round stained glass window above an adjacent door moves a disc of colour across the floor and up the wall in synchronisation.

There is a wren that nests in a wall rose just outside and a robin in the conglomeration of box, bay and laurel that have grown up together as best friends. Through this another rose and a honeysuckle have found their way to the top to crown the green trees with a floral headband, which drops away to a line of cherry trees. The blackbirds have just stripped these before we get a chance, but they need them more anyway.

Nature lives here. This house is alive.

At the moment the newly fitted carpet I have been waiting for since we bought the house in 2013, it's so clean and soft. And the two vintage chests of drawers I bought from the charity shop for our bedroom, they've made a huge difference for very little money.

We are high on a hill with the town spread out under us so when there’s fireworks or air displays, we have an amazing and panoramic view from upstairs.

A very small living room, not much bigger than the settee. It feels very cosy, especially when it's dark, stormy and cold outside.

The slouchy old sofa in the kitchen where I can sit in the sunshine and look out at the garden. Which isn't great tbh but I don't care.
And hearing a key in the door and knowing that one of the kids has decided to pop by.

Beautiful post Babdoc

The light .
its why I decided to buy it .
even on a gloomy day the kitchen is bathed in light

The French doors ( or is it windows?!) in the kitchen - I love sitting at the table & looking out through them at the bunnies who have the run of the garden. When we viewed this house, the kitchen was my favourite room hands down.