Last week I gave you an external glimpse of our home, and this week a sneaky peek into our stairwell.  I love the huge steel corner window – reminiscent of the Art Deco period and how the afternoon light floods in.

I had never lived in a double story home before, and growing up I was always intrigued by houses with stairs.  I love the idea of ‘climbing’ up to go to bed, like a little birds nest.  I feel safe upstairs and love that the space is somewhat a private part of our home.  Inevitably I always have little piles on the bottom or top step.  Items that need to be ‘put away’ on their respective floors.

When my nieces and nephews visit us, they are so excited that we have stairs and LOVE playing on them.  However, Poppy’s safety gates have somewhat curbed their freedom of sliding down on their bottoms.

Nick also has wonderful memories of visiting his Grandfather at the house we now live in, when he was a boy.  He and his brothers spent many hours sliding down the stairs on sleeping bags, only to receive warnings about how they would wear out the carpet.  The carpet is still going strong … some 30 years later!

The stairs have also been a great training ground for Poppy as she learns to manoeuvre each step, both up and down.  Sometimes she finds the ‘Scary Stair Monster’ (aka Dad) to hurry her along. Roaaaarrrrr!