Everything in it's place

ALMOST. Still working on the bits and pieces. For someone who's been working on simplifying for the last 2 years I sure seem to have a lot of stuff left.

The original House of Fowler seems really small right now and it's only Mister and I (Lolly is away for the summer.) I told Mister we need to develop some ground rules, like a tv schedule since we went from a family room and man den to just a family room, and some kind agreement on the blind arrangements. I like them open and Mister keeps them closed. Mark my words, it's the little things that will send me over the edge.

Exhausted from moving. The your eyes hurt kind of tired!

Are We There Yet?

This has got to be one of the hottest summers in Georgia in a long time. You sweat just standing still. I've been moving boxes, climbing stairs, and just plain smelling terrible. You see, the last couple weeks, especially weekends, have been dedicated to nothing but moving.

The nice thing about being able to take our time is that I can move and unload things box by box. No living out boxes once the move is complete. The bad thing about being able to take your time, it feels like the move will never be complete.

However, come Wednesday the movers arrive to handle the BIG things and one more dumpster is set to be delivered to purge even more uneccessary stuff.

It took a mile and half move, almost 5 years, and 2 mortgages to realize what was really important. No lesson learned like one learned through stupidity.

Lost In Translation

I told Mister I wanted Lolly's bathroom in the old/new house to look like her current bathroom - meaning the same color. This is what I arrived to find...

A little off, no? Mind you that Mister passes Lolly's current bathroom everyday. In fact if he didn't veer to the left at the end of the hallway to go downstairs he'd walk right into it. After seeing it for 4 years, you'd think he'd come a little closer?