Thursday, November 25, 2010
Some things are expected when you move, some are not. We expected to be tired, have many projects to do, to be overwhelmed and to help our boys adjust to our new surroundings. We did not, however, expect to wake up 5 days into our new home to a neighbors 40 year old, huge pine tree ripping into our roof and leaning into our boys bathroom ceiling. The fallout (ha, ha) from the tree in our house has been blessedly the best case scenario. Yes, the bathroom ceiling has two gaping holes and there is a tarp on our roof, now covered in icicles. But the tree really fell on the right place, not into my sleeping boys bedroom next door. It didn't hit any utilities, and while a roof truss is broken, nothing is seriously damaged. A testament to a strong 1971 home, and we believe angels sent from above.
So, now our moving in is shifted for a while from decorating to surviving and repairing. I'd rather be spending my money on painting and flooring instead of a large home owners deductible, but we are safe and sound. I mentioned in my last post that I was loving Martha Stewart's paint line from Home Depot. This is still true, even more so now. I have simple, hopeful vinegettes around my chaotic, box filled home. I have a paint chip sitting in my laundry room bath (Brook Trout) next to a perfect vintage frame I found in my own Funky Junk collection that daily mirrors my tired face. Martha's amazing foam floor mat is sitting in the entry between my laundry room and kitchen reminding me that my kitchen's 70's era chipping, dirty linoleum is not forever. And I brought over our little orange and ghost pumpkins and found homes for them, some nestled on our rock fireplace (which can grow moss, we hear, if sprayed with water!), looking forward to the day I can paint all the walls the delicious colors I choose.
I'm cultivating thankfulness this week because it is the times when things are the hardest that need that we need this spirit the most. So follows my thankful list:
~Even though we are still trying to sell our old home, I'm grateful for the opportunity to even have attempted and purchased this amazing home we now live in. And while I do not like shoveling two driveways, I'm grateful for our old neighbors who used their snow blower to make a path for prospective buyers. And as a bonus, the snow covered the mass amount of pine needles still on the ground at our new home.
~That even though our bathroom floor is still wood sub-floor since removing the disturbing carpet, it's a floor I couldn't ruin while dying my roots this morning.
~The waiting time for projects and repairs to even get started and the visual chaos of my home right now has pushed me to rest in what is important. Like my husband has a good job. Like we have health insurance. Like my sweet little boys who have thanked me often this week.
~Though I am out scraping snow off of my banged up, in need of tuning up and snow tires Odyssey in sub-zero temperatures this week because our garage is still filled with moving boxes, for goodness sake we have two working, serviceable vehicles and the money for gas to run them!!!
~Though our old houses neighborhood has way prettier snow, two doors down from this house is some of our (amazing) dear friends and their children who are my boys close friends. And what am I complaining about, there are Christmas-like trees lining our back yard for me to gaze out our picture window at when I'm in need of cheering up.
~Even with our two exhausting weekends of moving (and numerous small trips before and still now) I am ever thankful for our growth group and church friends from Whitworth Presbyterian and for all of my immediate family who has made our move even possible, and sometimes fun!!
So, if we harvest what we cultivate I should be in good shape today, I am blessed beyond measure. Happy Thanksgiving to all of my blogger, facebook and virtual world friends; may grace and blessings be poured into your lives this season! Love, Hollie
Sunday, November 7, 2010
This week marks a momentous occasion for my family. We are moving from our home of 11 years (exactly!) into a home built right between the years my husband and I entered this world. Our three little boys have only known this house we live in (and still own, though really want to sell) and are about to have a radical life change. We're just moving across town, from east to west. But we're moving into a home 30 years older than the one we've been living in for the past decade.
My husband and I had no desire to move. We knew how much work it would be to pack up our house, much less to actually move. When our friends pointed out that the house two doors down was available, we were intrigued. Which was weird, because of our complete lack of desire to move, even into this coveted neighborhood. But as we investigated, we discovered that we had found our next home. So the crazy plan to get our house ready for a For Sale sign ensued. It took many backbreaking days of packing up, POD-ing our stuff and finishing projects, but we did it just in time for Labor Day. And then we offered on our house to be. There was much drama with offering, almost losing our house to another bid, reoffering, financing and constant prayer to produce a miracle.
We have our new "old" home. And we still have our old "new" home. Wow, living the American Dream. While we wait anxiously (most days), we are still strangely and completely at peace waiting to sell. And making our 70's house move in ready has become another full time job. My husband has labored away painting the popcorn (read:asbestos) ceilings to seal them as best we can for the time being. We had a contractor newly sheetrock and carpet our boys rooms and new (amazing and huge!) playroom just because our boys will be boys. And while he was at it, we asked to add fans to our bathrooms. Just because I'm OCD that way. Don't get me started on the carpet in our master bath. It WILL be gone by Thursday.
But I got to do some of the fun redoing and revamping this week. My sister and I recently went and picked out paint samples. I've been very drawn to the Martha Stewart palette of colors at Home Depot. I love all sorts of paint types and brands and colors, but this year, her color line completely goes with the vintage and retro reality that I will soon be moving into. I'm very much in love with "Bone Folder" this week, a creamy off white that my sister choose for my much in need of painting laundry room. I'm looking at Brook Trout (brown) for the above flower child bathroom and cannot wait to hold up as many luscious Martha color samples as I want when I move in in just a few days.
This is what is fun about the medium fixer upper with really good bones that is our home. Mostly there are just cosmetic changes, things we can easily handle, bit by bit. Some things I can live with. For awhile. Some I made emphatically clear to my bewildered husband: I CAN NOT! He has found a great new line this week, and I quote: "Whatever you want to do." Music to my ears! Here I come Home Depot!