Thanks to the help of my mother in law and some of the happiest movers I’ve ever met, Wilson and I have moved into our new home. Louise, thank you so much. You are a saint.
As often noted, moving is one of the most stressful occasions you’ll experience in life, and this one was stressful, but not as much as our last one, where we packed up everything and moved across three states to a place we’d been to twice. #blessed #not
But moving is much like renovating a house — both are decisions you make because you conveniently forget just how mentally and physically taxing it is, glossing over the fact that, for all intents and purposes, you live like a complete crazy person for a matter of weeks, or months, or years, depending on the magnitude of said projects.
In our case, both the move and the renovation were relatively small in the grand scheme of things, thankfully so, but I did forget how annoying it is to be without things that keep your life going for weeks on end — like a washing machine, or a tv, or wireless.
We just got TV again after two weeks of being without, and here’s how that time lapse of no TV went:
Day 1: We are totally fine without TV. It’s so nice not having it, you know we turn that thing on for no reason sometimes.
Day 2: I really love having no tv, the peace and quiet is so soothing. I feel so relaxed.
Day 4: Let’s put on some music, I’ve got a really great indie playlist.
Day 6: Wilson, do you have any rap on your Spotify?
Day 9: Wilson, do we have a radio? Could you stream from your car?
Day 11: Birdie, why won’t you talk to me?
Day 12: Wait, what month is it? When is July 4th?
Day 14: Wilson, Birdie just responded to me!
You get the picture. I’d really love to think that I’m intellectually elevated enough that I don’t need to watch TV to be entertained, but I’ve been humbled by the realization that I’m like any other American — disappointingly and disgustingly addicted to television. If I watch Jeopardy, can I still be smart?
The house is coming along nicely — Wilson and I keep inviting people over so that we have a deadline to do things, otherwise we’d be living in squalor for an unacceptably long amount of time. This past weekend we hosted a BYOC party — bring your own chairs — because we don’t have any dining room chairs. #BYOC16 was a huge success, especially because one guest donated two chairs to our cause.
Here’s some sneak peeks of the living room and dining room — neither of which are completed, but progress is progress and it should be celebrated. Oh and also I haven’t posted in four weeks and am no longer considered a blogger. Which isn’t such a bad thing.
My model brought her own props.
I am really digging this little nook.
My new bowl from Cents and Sensibilities, a lovely antique and consignment store in Savannah.
Recycled goodies from homes prior.
Hide rug was on sale from Cotswold Marketplace in Charlotte.
When we moved in, one of the painters who was working on the upstairs asked me if it was a lion rug. No.
Dining room, modeled by Birdie.
That table was $250 from Craigslist, thanks to Wilson. You is kind, you is smart, you is important.
New sideboard from Clutter, a fantastic store in Savannah with a hodge podge of goodies just waiting for a new home. It’s the type of store that you start sneezing in immediately upon entering. Never trust any antique store if it doesn’t make you sneeze.
I stole those leaves from a neighbor. Just some friendly pruning… Don’t mind me…
So, what do you think? I think I need a drink. Stat. Who’s with me?