Since we’ve moved out here, I’ve really enjoyed the quiet evenings Dan and I have had together. The kids (at least Kinsley and Truxton) seem to be settling in to fairly reasonable bedtime hours, though sometimes Sophie insists on being heavily involved in everything Dan and I are doing.
We’ve enjoyed a few quiet evenings on the porch, sitting on the creaky old swing and sipping wine or coffee. We read together, talk, we’ve worked a bit on a model ship, we even picked Yahtzee back again. I admit it, I love Yahtzee.
A week or so, we were out on the porch enjoying the night air, and I was wishing that just for once I could capture a scene the way I see it at night. So I drug out the camera and tripod, messed with all the settings for a while, and eventually ended up with these shots. I was really happy with what I got. They’re not wonderful photos or anything, they’re just pretty much the way I was seeing them.
The old dresser that my twin uncles refinished in highschool, a very funky chair which my mom scored for $5 at a sale, and which I happen to really, really love, and the hand carved boat that was a present to Kinsley from her Grandparents J.
Now I realize that bathrooms are usually not cause for great excitement, but please notice the shower curtain. Mom got an incredible deal on it at a yard sale, along with coordinating shower hooks, towels, washcloths and even a matching bed set (which is now on the girls bed). So please admire the dots.
The bathroom itself has very limited storage, so the shelf with all the extra towels and other bathroom thingies, got parked outside the bathroom at the end of the hallway. The shelf is one that was Dan’s (given to him by his brother and sister in law quite a few years ago), and it has been in every bathroom of his before we were married, and every bathroom of our since.
When you walk in the front door, this is the scene that you will see. The closet houses all the heating equipment for the house. In order to make it “fit”, we painted it with a magnetic primer and several coats of chalkboard paint.
The yellow chair belonged to my great-aunt, and I “rescued” it from the porch of this house (which at the time, was vacant). While it’s little detail, the blanket on the back of the chair was a wedding present from my Aunt Shelly, and has been very well used and well loved since she gave it to us.
Since we’re on little details, the pillow on the chair was a hand embroidered pillow which came from India. A missionary that my family has known for 20 years had started a sewing school there so that orphan girls will be able to learn a skill to support themselves financially – and the pillows were a learning project for these young girls.
The table came from our former neighbor’s yard sale. It had belonged to a family who owned a retail store in Saint Louis. They built it to be a display table in their store.
Wow! I hadn’t intended to go into such detail on these house tour pictures!
I”m not certain if it’s fitting, or just perverse that the first picture I post to the blog in a long time (six weeks exactly?!?) is of dirty diapers and unwashed breakfast dishes, but I’m sticking with “fitting” for now. Life is getting back to normal hectic, instead of insanely hectic, and dirty diapers and unwashed breakfast dishes are facts of life. Sometimes I even think they’re cozy facts of life.
We have successfully moved. This week has been all about settling in, picking up old routines, and starting a few new ones. Over the next few weeks, I will slowly post “house tour” pictures, and try to wade back through the piles of photo archives to see what’s worth posting, just in case I still have any interested readership left.