There is something so odd about seeing
your old home stripped down.
Like we removed all evidence of ever being there.
Like it was just a dream.
the nova studio
So many hours were spent in here.
Bending, shaping, hammering..
Dreaming, making, sweating ( a lot of that actually)..
I loved this room.
But I realize I loved it for what took place in there,
not necessarily the room itself.
Seafoamy greenish blue. My favorite color.
I had a wall like this in Atlanta too.
Maybe there will be another one in the new house?
the living room
I am going to miss this door
It opens up halfway to let air in.
The cats used to sit perched on top of the
lower part of the door watching us while we
would fuss around in the kitchen or living room.
The last truck load
the new living room
Must make room for actual living in there...
the new dining room
yeah, the dining table doesn't fit quite yet.
Give me a day or two and I'll squeeze it in.
the new kitchen
Those boxes I simply HAD to unpack right away.
How else would I be able to cook dinner for my hard working husband?
Did I mention that we are exhausted?
Happy but EXHAUSTED!