Making a house a home
I am getting down to the last of the boxes that need to be unpacked. (Well aside from a crapload of toys and the sewing room. Let's not talk about the sewing room.)
Inside those boxes are the things that will make our house into our home - the accessories. The pictures, the pottery, the wreaths, the frames.
So, at 8 am this morning I started laying out the platters I have been collecting for YEARS...dreaming of a platter wall...
while Jack discovered the joy of 3-D!
And Dave patiently helped me hang all of them up. (It's snowing and the new house is very white. The camera is washing out in here.)
Is it wrong that I am secretly pleased that there is some room for the collection to grow still? :-)
While we were working I happened to notice that we have entered the stage where the messes are beautiful messes. Tarnished silver, old picture frames, glass lamps, pretty china, wilting roses.
I better go finish the kitchen unpacking. I know some of you are asking about the kitchen, and I swear I am going to answer those questions very soon. Yesterday we FINALLY finished all of the work that we had carpenters in here doing, which included the kitchen back splash. (So today is the beginning of life without renovations, which is massively exciting.)
P.S. One last thing before I forget. The burning question from family seems to be "Is it weird?"
The short answer is no. I really thought it would be. I REALLY did. But aside from having the same address this does not feel like my grandparents home. At all. Almost 4 solid months of renovations plus nearly a month of us emptying the house before the reno started and no, it's not their house now.
Maybe the people it really is weird for is our family.
Yes, I imagine it must be.