Monday, May 3, 2010
We've officially been living in our house for a week, which is a little hard to believe—it feels like this place where we live, the way in which we live, is completely normal and for lack of a better term, ours. To give you a sense of what we've been up to—and why I have been simply staring at pretty fabric rather than doing anything with it—here's some of what we've been up to around the house.
Prepped, primed and painted the living room, dining room and kitchen (which I just finished yesterday and am happy to report that the hours and careful maneuvering required resulted in the prettiest shade of pale yellow)
Broke down more boxes than I can count
Washed the baseboards, some of the windowsills (I'm pacing myself with those), the floors (some more than once already)
Ate approximately 10 meals on the screened in porch, where I can sit and stare, or read depending on my mood, for hours.
Jiggled my fridge on more than one ocassion to make it stop rattling (so far, so good)
Learned that I have to deal with my small poorly designed sink because of the size of my otherwise lovely 1940s kitchen cabinets
Bought lumber for 2 raised beds, made said beds and filled them with soil
Bought tomato and pepper seedlings for beds from the farmers market and bought some heirloom lettuce, melon and herb seeds to plant (that will go with the beets, beans, and squash seeds leftover from last year)
Made ice cream for the first time (butter pecan, using the recipe from the Cuisinart booklet that came with the maker. So good and so easy!)
I'd bet that all of you know the particular fatigue that comes with moving house—there have been a handful of nights of getting into bed before dark—but I've already decided that even though I have one more door to paint, even though I really need to touch up the woodwork and start learning about the plants in our yard, I'm going to sew next weekend. It's officially time to start a new quilting project.