I have lived in my apartment for a few years now. Over that time, things were tucked away in cabinets and closets.I forgot I owned a lot of those things until I began to pack and had to decide if I should bring them to the new house.
Like a DVD box set for The Gilmore Girls, a show I’ve never watched, not even one episode:
Or a book on cats that my Mom gave me:
Or 3 bottles of vodka that were living under the sink:
Boyfriend and I have very different ideas of decoration.He’s very black and white. And I mean that literally – his entire house has white walls with black & white photographs.
It’s been a real adjustment for him as my things find my way into his house.
Like the gold bird statue.Boyfriend hates this statue, although his only reasoning is “It’s a gold bird.”As if that’s a reason to hate it.Gold Bird moved into the house a few weeks ago, and hasn’t found a permanent place quite yet.I’ve been moving it from place to place – it went from his office, to the living room, to the kitchen counter.Mainly because I think it’s funny for Boyfriend to discover Gold Bird at random places and then pretend that I have no idea how it got there.Hilarious, right?
This past weekend, my giant pink “For Like Ever” poster came to live at Boyfriend’s house.Boyfriend suggested that it live in the garage until we find the “perfect place” for it.
Weird.Somehow, I managed to find that place.
It now lives with the gold bird on the stairway up to the bedroom.
The old TV in the living room apparently had something wrong with it. I've been told the problem had something to do with dead pixels, or USB ports or 1080p. But I think that was all code for "It's just not big enough."
So now we have a big TV. Not just big, it's giant. So GIANT that after we put it up, even Boyfriend was like 'That's a really big TV.'
Note: If something is so big it hardly fits in an SUV it's JUST PLAIN TOO BIG!
In my quest to become a housewife, I decided to perfect my
sewing skills.After all, to be a proper housie, you have to mend hems, sew up bonnets, quilt up quilts, and all sorts
of things like that.Unless I’m getting
being a housewife confused with being Amish…
Anyway, I promised to make an apron for my ex-roomie and
wonderful friend, HH.
That was a year and a half ago.I got
But I finally got back into it.I cut.I sewed.I sewed some more.And I finally finished the apron!I think it turned out pretty well. Check it!
You’d wear that, wouldn’t you?!I would!Yay!
I feel a little bad about how long it took me.But I’m pretty sure if I didn’t have to work
for a living I’d be a better housewife, with more time to devote to sewing up
pressies for everyone I know!