the empty shell

There is something so odd about seeing 

your old home stripped down. 

Bare naked. 

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.

 the wall

 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

the door

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!

love~tess

The boxes are stacked from floor to ceiling.

Can't find my hairbrush. Or any of those important

papers I needed to keep track of...

Arms are sore and bruised from moving.

Feeling exhausted yet so awake.

It's exciting.

Lisa and Stella are settling in quite ok.

Despite the incident in the car.

A 45 minute car ride proved to be too much for Stella...

who hacked up all over a terrified Lisa...

Yeah it was pretty gross.

Yet I couldn't stop laughing at the whole scene.

Stella looking seriously confused with a white foamy puke around her little mouth.

Lisa staring at me with giant eyeballs.. ha ha

The next morning I awoke to find Bruno in our bed.

Not an uncommon sight as Bruno often sleeps with us.

Slightly odd though since I had packed Bruno with the rest of

Lisa and Stella's toys...

5000 boxes and at least one tired cat

photograph by Johan Blixt (my big brother)

Still waiting for the rest of my images from the photographer...

Packing is going forward but very slow.

It seems as we are both somewhat of pack-rats.

I think that easily happens when

two creative souls share a home.

You never know when that stump or copper pipe can come in handy!

The trick really is to make sure you remember what you have.

As I am rediscovering a trillion little things, opening

up taped boxes and closed drawers I realize that my

organization skills leave much to be desired.

I am quite successful in tucking things away.

Making it neat and organized.

But then my teflon memory kicks in and I

seem to instantly forget where I put what.

Or that I even had it in the first place.

 

 

So I buy a new "whatever" it might have been.

So now I have two. Hmm where to put it?

I find a perfect place for it 

and tuck it away... And forget. 

See where I am going with this? LOL

This time it's going to be different.

My studio space is going to be so much bigger.

I don't think words can describe how 

excited I am about this move!!! 

(yes it's worthy of multiple exclamation points)

Yesterday I tackled some fabric boxes I had.

Discovered some horrid curtains in purple and gold.

Sheer, glossy and quite ugly. 

Not sure why I felt a need to save 6 pairs of them. 

I must really have liked them at some point....

We're making giant piles for goodwill and only

tossing things that are broken or useless.

Lisa however is quite enjoying the tossed items.

Makes an excellent bed she says.

Happy Swedish Midsummer!

Tomorrow is the big move.

Wish me luck!

love ~tess