Yesterday we moved the seemingly unwieldy jumble of boxes from the conservatory to the spare bedroom. Suddenly, they didn't seem so unwieldy at all. It was as if each box shrunk as we carried it upstairs. It just makes sense to have the boxes in a room where none of the contents are staying so that each box can be carried out and unpacked in its proper room. Plus, I can just shut the door and pretend the boxes aren't there at all!
That also means we have the conservatory back. After a little cleaning and decorating, it'll be nice to be able to sit at the table and have tea and Sunday papers. And, seeing as how this is my first Thanksgiving as a married lady, I'd also like to make some sort of Thanksgiving dinner for us this year and having a proper dining room to eat in is kind of required.
And, no, the irony of having my first married Thanksgiving in England is not lost on me.
It's beginning to look and feel a little more like home around here. There are new throws on the sofas and a vase of dahlias and I even unpacked my favorite piece of art and set it on the mantle.
(an old photo because I hate the idea of a post without one)
Thank goodness I found a husband who didn't flinch at all when I asked he felt about this picture and if we could, maybe, at least temporarily anyway, hang it above the fireplace.
Matt's doing an overnight at work again and I really wanted use this time to get a lot more done around here but an allergy attack has caused me to spend most of the evening reading Revolutionary Road (so good) and staring across the room in a hazy stupor. That said, I'm going to bed early. My mother-in-law and my sister-in-law. Ruth, who's down from Bath for a couple of days, are coming into town tomorrow morning and I'm going to meet them for a cup of tea and, I suspect, a little shopping. Plus I'm oddly excited about getting a haircut tomorrow - it's been awhile.
Do you ever write a post and think, "Should I even bother to post this, for Pete's sake?" Yeah, that's how I feel about this one but I'm going to publish it anyway.
Huh, rather than "publish" I typed "pretty" (and fixed it, of course) - I need to go to bed.
