Let’s photoblog, since I have time to do nothing else. And please, forgive my absence from these pages for a while, since I have SO MUCH TO DO in the next week. But I knew you needed JUST a little more, so here are some shots from yesterday, the day Lala and took possession of OUR HOUSE.
(Hang on. I’d like to say it again, please. Our House. Ourhouse. OURHOUSE. The house that is ours. Day-um. I’m fanning myself.)
Anyway. My little mama was adorable and said that she really, truly wanted to drive up from the Central Coast (a four-hour drive at 65mph that, for them, always turns into an exhausting nineteen-eleventy hours in the car) to see the house in its bare-bones ain’t-nothing-in-here state. And bless her, she was right. It was like breaking a bottle of champagne over its bow, only without the wasted alcohol. Mom and Dad and my sisters and practically-related-Becky and Lala’s brother and sister-in-law came, too, and the almost the whole dang family was there to wish us well in our new home. It felt just right.
No, I’m photoblogging! Sorry, I forgot.
Here you go:
I think I have about nine different favorite spots, but this is from the glassed-in front porch. What a place for wicker furniture and a basket of sock-yarn, huh?
Coming in from the sunporch, that’ll be my writing/knitting room. That’s the wool room. Hooo boy.
Turn to the left, and that’s a little dog in a big room. You can see the hallway that leads to the bathroom and the other two bedrooms (ours in the back, Lala’s in the middle).
I love this one. (She has a can of 7-Up in her hand that we found in the fridge. She held it out and dubbed it the most expensive can of 7-Up we’d ever bought.)
I can’t stand the pink. Really. HATE it. It’s more mauve and it gives me a headache, even though everyone else seems to really like it (including Lala, and it’s kind of her to humor me in this). We’re going to do yellow instead. Yay!
Kitchen. Laundry-space (vacant now) to the right.
Back yard! New deck! Can’t you see a hot-tub? And my other fave place is down there at the bottom of the yard — that gate opens and there’s another little fenced in area, overlooking the creek. A secret garden. We’ll have another little table down there and a place to write and drink coffee. Oh, oh, oh.
Harriet is well chuffed.
Red walls. Heck, yeah.
Well, hello there!
The ‘rents out front. I love how the little mama dressed to match the house.
Hangin’ on the stoop.
All of us. I love this one, too.
House! Our house! Hoooooooray! Thanks again for the well-wishes, you darlings, you. Now, to pack and then unpack. Wish us luck. See you in about a week!
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