Window texture at sunset. We tacked up this beautiful paper on our front door.
Little decorating details like this are slowly making our rental feel like home…
We are slowly unpacking and turning this house into our home. The first thing we did when we moved in (after unpacking basic kitchen and bathroom supplies) was unpack our books. I feel like this somehow provides brilliant insight into who David and I are and what we value, but I am not quite sure what it is other than the fact that it shows how we love to read and missed our books at our last place (we only unpacked around 5 of the 20 boxes there).
The rest of the unpacking has been slow and steady. We’ve been here over a month and we still haven’t unpacked our clothes — we’ve been washing the same two weeks worth of shirts/pants, etc. over and over again since we moved in. That’s one of the projects I plan to tackle this week: sort, purge, wash, put away. (For example, I’ve decided that I really don’t need to still be wearing shirts from middle school. You think I am kidding?!) I also want to set aside my favorite pre-maternity clothes, so I have some cozy and loved things to wear after the baby comes.
Because my belly is so in the way now, I tend to drop food on it all the time. David says this is just a preview of our life to come with the kids: we will be wearing stained clothes for the next few years… unless a miracle occurs and we can suddenly afford to dress like those girls on Sex and the City and only wear our outfits once. Ha!
you know those millions of camp shirts i ended up collecting? and never wore because they were too manky or stained or whatever? i made a quilt out of them. just cut out the design on the front/back that i wanted to save and backed it with flannel. my favoritest thing to curl up on the couch with.
…something to consider.
Congrats on whatever you got done!! Remember, you are already doing something when you are doing nothing!! And doing a mighty fine job at it as well! You’re growing a wonderfully healthy baby! Bravo!
Love,
Mom