Well hello blog world! I have gotten some very kind emails lately from dear readers telling me they miss my posts. If that doesn't warm a girl's heart, then she probably doesn't have one. We have finally moved into Magnolia Manor!
We've done the majority of unpacking, but we still have a wall of boxes surrounding our bed. The boring stuff that, obviously, I haven't really missed. But, I need to finish painting our room, plus I don't want to start smelling like a cardboard box, so it needs some attention.
Like my sister, Ann, said when they had lived without their own furnishings and "stuff", I feel like I have my personality back. My orange. My fabric. Still haven't found my shoes, but I've been wearing my garden boots almost daily, both for gardening and for spray painting. I've lost track of the amount of spray cans I've used. I even got one without a marble! Lucky? I'm saying yes.
I have appreciated the gentle nudging from those who have missed my presence here, concerned that I was abandoning my blog. We all like to be missed. Goodness, no. Jumping this ship is not happening today. Especially as I've been unpacking my sewing studio supplies, my mind is spinning and my heart yearning to get sewing again.
This will probably be my last instagram review for a while because I'm committing to blogging again. And since it's written in big black lettering for all to read, it's real. I feel like my words are rusty. It's so easy to snap a shot and slap on a little caption that those composition muscles have grown weak. Articulation atrophy has set in.
I plan on sharing the changes we've made to our new home, but probably in installments. Because. I'm a perfectionist. Maddening to me. And Ryan. And especially my dear workmen. But, there will always be something I want to do before I snap shots, so I will try to reign in the perfectionist so that photos will actually happen.
Meanwhile, there have been some snags with moving in.
Like the bathroom sink was leaking through the outside wall.
The brand new air conditioner stopped working.
The brand new washer overflowed.
Although, as it turns out, that one was my fault. Whoops. Who knew little, fluffy bubbles could be so menacing?
The roof, we thought, was leaking, dripping down our newly painted ceiling and walls. But then it happened on a bright, sunshiny day.
Turns out, it was air conditioner related.
We were without the internet for 2 weeks with claims we didn't have a working phone line. Phooey, I said to that. Look at me blogging, eh?!
The bumps have to eventually stop, don't they?
Or at least come with less frequency and preferably with minimal intensity.
All that to say I am so supremely content. The space, the garden, the everything makes my soul smile and fills my body with gratitude that it all worked out. I got bees, for heaven's sake! There will be some financial belt tightening, but I tell Ryan we can do this. We hold on to each other and figure it out, because we're a mighty spectacular team, the 8 of us.
Plus, I can always sew me something new to wear.