I'm trying.
Really I am.
Okay. Not right this minute. Because I'm Blogging. But otherwise....
It seems like every time I think I've made a dent in the mess I call my new home, I've actually made a bigger one.
Ya know. That whole 2 steps forward, 1 step back thing.
As I unpack boxes that have been in storage for 3 years....
Wait! Have I told you I had a bunch of boxes in storage for 3 years? I haven't? I've said it enough times, but in case you missed it; I have a bunch of boxes that have been in storage for 3 years.
Wait! Have I told you I had a bunch of boxes in storage for 3 years? I haven't? I've said it enough times, but in case you missed it; I have a bunch of boxes that have been in storage for 3 years.
Anyway, most of the boxes have things the girls have outgrown. Like stuffed animals. And games. Or they're full of kitschy little things I used to have all over the house. Like a ton of bottles I dug up in my back yard when I was a kid.
My problem now is that I don't really want to clutter everything up. When you're a family of 5 and have lived the past 3 years in a 2 bedroom 1000 SF apartment, you tend to want to spread your arms.
I know. Mine don't need much room to spread. But we have to think of the children. R needs as much room as we can give her for her arms!!
This time around, I want to keep the decorating simple. Simple & uncluttered. Which is not always easy when you have a lot of stuff you really do like. I've gone through each box with 2 things in mind; does it mean something to me or a member of my family? Can I live with out it? {Chances are if I lived without it for the past 3 years, I could live without it for the rest of my life.} And if it's something sentimental, what do I do with it or where do I put it?
This thought, however, does not cover things like the 49 lizards Mom gave me & all their friends who made the move with us or are now hopping out of boxes. Many have no particular sentimental value, except they were a gift from a family member. And I could probably live without them all! But I don't want to. They've become a part of who I am. I think everyone who knows me associates me with lizards. {Which, now that I've typed that, sounds weird.} So now the conundrum is, where do I put 49 lizards and all their lizard friends?
I'm still working on that one.
In the mean time, I'll show you how far I've gotten on making our house a home...
I started organizing the bookshelf in the corner of the living room, had it all looking good, then along came a box full of outgrown stuffed animals. And the other 4 boxes? BOOKS!! We do not lack of books in this house.
The other corner. Not too shabby....
Almost barren.
Next project; take the 4 CPUs, 7 hard drives and various other computer parts & build the girls a faster computer.
Yes, I can build a computer, but I am NOT a computer geek!!
We interrupt our regularly scheduled program for a very important public service announcement
We now will resume our programing, already in progress....
No. A tornado did not hit our dining room. It just looks that way. But, hey! We have a table & chairs now. Too bad they're covered with junk and we haven't used them yet in the 4 days they've been there.
There is a silver lining in all this chaos ~ the cats, especially Piper, are loving all the boxes and paper!!
Shannon came to visit recently & didn't realize we have a fireplace.
Yes. We have one hidden. On the left, behind more stuff that need homes, is the fireplace.
Yes. We have one hidden. On the left, behind more stuff that need homes, is the fireplace.
It will probably never get used. We had one in a house we lived in when the girls were toddlers & we used it like twice. To roast marshmallows!
We did get my desk in. {And this time when I say "we", I mean Sean & I} It was easier than we thought. Sean remeasured, and the door was wide enough, so we didn't have to take anything off!
So this is my "office". I have plans for the walls. They will not remain blank. When I get it done, I'll have to post some pics.
But first I have some more boxes to empty....
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