You may have noticed that I didn’t do much blogging last week. We were in full scale moving mode last week. God has blessed us with an opportunity to rent a house out in the country and last weekend we finally came home. I know, some of you probably already think I live in the country- but there’s small town and then there’s country. (And then there’s toollies country- we’re not that far out of civilization.) I can’t even begin to tell you what a blessing this has been- how much peace I’ve found. Or how many times our landlord has about had me in tears- good tears.
So, I here I am working from my new office. Earlier, while eating breakfast, I decided I finally had to take the good camera outside to get some shots of the cows. It’s freezing out there- so I didn’t stay long and I didn’t really take the time to get the perfect shot either. There will be lots of practice coming up. . . a new subject that’s readily available. (They may just behave a lot better than my husband- but the calves are pretty skittish of course.)
You know we women that cook have to wash off the “cardboard dust” as Cody says when we’re moving. . . . I’ve washed a lot of clean dishes while watching the calves out the kitchen window above the sink. Who could ask for a better view? (And yes, it’s my kitchen and I’ll wash everything in sight if I want to!)
I’m so looking forward to being out the “city”. . . the only real advantages were that Walmart was close and we could order Pizza delivery. (It’s not like we could really walk anywhere to anything and we aren’t that far out of town now.) I realized it when we first started thinking about moving- my heart just went pitter patter thinking about getting out of the city again. And I can feel myself breathing in the calmness here.
You’ll probably find me right here many and evening once it starts to warm up a bit- 29 degrees is just a bit too cold to sit out on the porch and enjoy the breeze.
And then there’s the interior of this old house- painted morning fog (Olympic D61-1). Yup, that’s THE color in my book. The one. The only. The landlord asked what color and what rooms. . . . the house didn’t need paint so I told him just two rooms and a bathroom. Then, I knew I wanted the rest of the house painted after seeing my beloved color back on the walls of my home. We were going to have the rest painted, but the landlord wouldn’t hear of it and paid to have the rest painted. I can’t tell you how happy it makes me!
And now, I get to see it all come together. . . I’ve been buying furniture and decor knowing that eventually this was the color I wanted on the wall. So, it’s all beginning to come together.
You may have notice that it still pretty stark. . . and the boxes off to the side. I’m still unpacking and puttering around of course.
But did you notice? that’s my dining room table. A sight for sore eyes. It’s been covered up for a few years now as my art space but now I get to have it back for the dining room. And then get a room to myself for my art and office.
Like my craft room, it’s all the mix of put together and still left to figure out/unpack. Oh yeah- this is so good. And I feel so blessed right now.
More pictures and updates are coming. . . I’m not sure if that’s a promise or a threat.