Monday, July 25, 2011

he makes me W O R K

Coleman said to me this morning, "Mom- since Daddy's not home today to make you work, can you lay with me and watch movies?"

Oh, I'm so glad they all see the driving force for work behind our family. I'll go ahead and let them continue to believe I'm the one who likes to play.

We did get a lot accomplished this weekend. Namely, the basement is cleared out and semi-cleaned. That was huge. It's huge.

We are loving the space for storage- love, love, love it.

We also got our bedroom in order.

It's small and simple, but we prefer to call it cozy. We love it. We like the big comfy chair we put in the corner- but are less fond of the fabric {and colors} on it now.  It will be re-finished as soon as I learn how to do it, or find someone to do it. For now, it stays put.

Alexandra {our landlord} has curtains for every window of the house and had her housekeeper wash them all up for us before we moved in. It's these little things that I notice and am so appreciative of. Slowly, we're getting them on the windows.

We did our best to hide our base-issued shrank behind the door creating a little more space. I'm learning the tops of them are a great space for storing folded up quilts and blankets.

Really, the lack of closets really forces you to be streamlined and even more organized. It's hard enough trying to figure out where to store the things we have and use. No need in keeping anything you don't need. We have a Red Cross drop at the end of our street which is wonderful- we've already used it for clothing we've outgrown. Super convenient.

We love all the light the big windows allow in. All of our rolladens {blinds on the outside of the windows} are power-operated, which is nice and super modern. With the push of a button, they open and close.

They make a room pitch-black for good sleeping and sleeping in. I'm surprised these haven't made their way to Alaska with the long summer nights up there.

Of course, there's still a small space for a little monster who manages to find his way into our room every night.

Feels like a home. Already.

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