I think I'm going to sew my own tablecloth.
Nothing can make a bigger impact on a room and is as easy to change up every few days. It's like changing your shirt-- which I also tend to change only every few days because I'm constantly soiling my wardrobe with PAINT!
But let's be real: tableclothes are boring and grandmothery (as in, "like a grandmother," not "in the nature of a grand moth." I think the latter would be a little bit more hip, though). The patterns you can buy them in are stale and are limited to the following:
-damask
-stripes
-grand mothery floral
-solid
Don't get me wrong- Josh immediately pinpointed my love of all that is grandma. I call it vintage, delicate, and intricate. I love tiny little fancy patterns, but I've been having a hell of a time finding a tablecloth that matches my taste.
So what's stopping me from essentially sewing two sheets of sexy fabric together today? Besides the fact that I don't own a sewing machine, nothing is as simple as it sounds. I am going to add this project somehwere on my list of twenty-six bajillion things to do. And when I do-- you will be the first to know about it.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Painting. Painting. Painting.
It has been a week and a day since we moved into our house, and we haven't stopped running! We are still working on painting the main level and haven't yet started on the lower or upper levels. And we thought going through the loan approval was a process...
We did take some time on Thursday to enjoy our wood stove and Thursday night TV on NBC. We've had a lot of visitors coming and going-- Theresa and Matt came with Izabelle on Wednesday for a cookout, and Dana, Nate, and Andy came last night.... for a cookout. And we cooked out on Monday. And Josh's parents bought us a brand new, bigger, better grill for our patio as a housewarming present. Did I mention I ate burgers four out of the five nights this week? I think I can feel my blood slowing down.
We tried one of the restaurants on Main this week too. The Pour House had a special on Mai Bock so we had to stop in for a few. It's a cute little place with an old-timey stage and some ridiculously tasty southwestern wraps (Josh had the southwestern wrap and I had... yes... a burger). The Pour House is flooded in character and good, good food. We'll be back... maybe after the wedding, so I'm not flooding my wedding dress in ... "character" come October.
We spent the majority of the morning registering at Menard's. It is amazing how you need so much more stuff in a bigger place. Josh was happy to get some nice tools on our list. I apparently registered for 2 five cubic foot chest freezers, 1 seven cubic foot chest freezer, and 2 ten cubic foot chest freezers. I'm not sure that Josh should have let me have that scanner. Luckily, I could edit the list when we got back home. Just the 1 seven cubic footer will do, thank you.
We'll post pictures once we finish up our painting to give you a nice before/after series.
We did take some time on Thursday to enjoy our wood stove and Thursday night TV on NBC. We've had a lot of visitors coming and going-- Theresa and Matt came with Izabelle on Wednesday for a cookout, and Dana, Nate, and Andy came last night.... for a cookout. And we cooked out on Monday. And Josh's parents bought us a brand new, bigger, better grill for our patio as a housewarming present. Did I mention I ate burgers four out of the five nights this week? I think I can feel my blood slowing down.
We tried one of the restaurants on Main this week too. The Pour House had a special on Mai Bock so we had to stop in for a few. It's a cute little place with an old-timey stage and some ridiculously tasty southwestern wraps (Josh had the southwestern wrap and I had... yes... a burger). The Pour House is flooded in character and good, good food. We'll be back... maybe after the wedding, so I'm not flooding my wedding dress in ... "character" come October.
We spent the majority of the morning registering at Menard's. It is amazing how you need so much more stuff in a bigger place. Josh was happy to get some nice tools on our list. I apparently registered for 2 five cubic foot chest freezers, 1 seven cubic foot chest freezer, and 2 ten cubic foot chest freezers. I'm not sure that Josh should have let me have that scanner. Luckily, I could edit the list when we got back home. Just the 1 seven cubic footer will do, thank you.
We'll post pictures once we finish up our painting to give you a nice before/after series.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Moved In...Sort Of.
Things I've learned:
1. When closing on a house, you will be told your "payoff date." Depending on the terms of your mortgage, this date could be 30 years from the present date. May 12, 2041, is 30 years from the day we closed. Make sure you are sitting down for that part of closing.
2. Don't try to move a sectional couch in from the garage at 11 p.m. on the day you move. You will put a hole in the screen of the front door with the feet of the couch...and likely cry about it. Then you will wake up the next morning and figure out you could have unscrewed the feet from the couch for extra clearance, and you will feel dumb. Really. Really. Dumb.
3. Listening to "You Make My Dream Come True" by Hall and Oates does not turn every life experience into a light-hearted montage. In fact, it makes many life experiences downright ironic. For instance, listening to this song has the opposite effect when you are painting a wall at 10 p.m. on a Saturday night, taping off every piece of trim and fighting over the one roll of painter's tape. With this song, time actually SLOWS down, and that part where we should be playfully stuffing wedding cake into each others' mouths ala The Wedding Singer, turns into us ripping up garbage bags and taping them to the wall as drop cloths. (Awful pun alert:) We rolled with it with the help from that second bottle of champagne (though we had to drink it from giant beer steins because they are the only glassware we have been able to unpack).
4. Josh likes to be a man. Let me look up the definition of "man" for you:
Noun: An adult human male.
Verb: Provide (something, esp. a place or machine) with the personnel to run, operate, or defend it: "man the pumps".
Josh looked it up too. Here's what he found:
Noun: An adult human male capable of installing a doorknob incorrectly 3 times in one hour.
Verb: Provide your female counterpart with the necessary tools to successfully eradicate unwanted pests: "Anna, I'm going to man up and let you kill the menagerie of spiders in the basement with this here vacuum."
5. If I was ever going to contract tetanus in my life, this weekend was probably the most likely time. Staying up-to-date with your tetanus shots is important, and Josh assures me that I am "probably up-to-date." I'm not sure what the symptoms are of tetanus, but I am convincing myself that the tighteness in my fingers is from squeezing the trigger on the windex bottle enough times to go through one and a half bottles. Upside: our windows are clean.
6. I have a new-found appreciation for ceiling fans with four blades as opposed to five. That fifth blade somehow attracts more dust than the previous four.
1. When closing on a house, you will be told your "payoff date." Depending on the terms of your mortgage, this date could be 30 years from the present date. May 12, 2041, is 30 years from the day we closed. Make sure you are sitting down for that part of closing.
2. Don't try to move a sectional couch in from the garage at 11 p.m. on the day you move. You will put a hole in the screen of the front door with the feet of the couch...and likely cry about it. Then you will wake up the next morning and figure out you could have unscrewed the feet from the couch for extra clearance, and you will feel dumb. Really. Really. Dumb.
3. Listening to "You Make My Dream Come True" by Hall and Oates does not turn every life experience into a light-hearted montage. In fact, it makes many life experiences downright ironic. For instance, listening to this song has the opposite effect when you are painting a wall at 10 p.m. on a Saturday night, taping off every piece of trim and fighting over the one roll of painter's tape. With this song, time actually SLOWS down, and that part where we should be playfully stuffing wedding cake into each others' mouths ala The Wedding Singer, turns into us ripping up garbage bags and taping them to the wall as drop cloths. (Awful pun alert:) We rolled with it with the help from that second bottle of champagne (though we had to drink it from giant beer steins because they are the only glassware we have been able to unpack).
4. Josh likes to be a man. Let me look up the definition of "man" for you:
Noun: An adult human male.
Verb: Provide (something, esp. a place or machine) with the personnel to run, operate, or defend it: "man the pumps".
Josh looked it up too. Here's what he found:
Noun: An adult human male capable of installing a doorknob incorrectly 3 times in one hour.
Verb: Provide your female counterpart with the necessary tools to successfully eradicate unwanted pests: "Anna, I'm going to man up and let you kill the menagerie of spiders in the basement with this here vacuum."
5. If I was ever going to contract tetanus in my life, this weekend was probably the most likely time. Staying up-to-date with your tetanus shots is important, and Josh assures me that I am "probably up-to-date." I'm not sure what the symptoms are of tetanus, but I am convincing myself that the tighteness in my fingers is from squeezing the trigger on the windex bottle enough times to go through one and a half bottles. Upside: our windows are clean.
6. I have a new-found appreciation for ceiling fans with four blades as opposed to five. That fifth blade somehow attracts more dust than the previous four.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Been Busy, Will Post Later :)
It's closing day... so we are closing. In one hour. I'll let you know how it goes. :D
I've had that pee-your-pants type of excitement pretty much the whole day, though, in case you were wondering.
I've had that pee-your-pants type of excitement pretty much the whole day, though, in case you were wondering.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Four More Days
We are going to Stoughton to do a final walk-through of the house tonight. It is starting to get pretty real now. We spent a lot of time yesterday cleaning and packing. Mostly everything is packed, except for the stuff that we need for the rest of the week (like the TV :) ). It's going to be a long week, folks.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Last Friday in our Place
We said goodbye to our last Friday on our porch sharing an 1888 Bock and talking about the time Josh first told me he loved me, moving in, and the mornings when I would wake him up at 7:30 a.m. before I went to work, just to talk to him (when he was working evenings at Pizza Hut). We will miss this place. There are so many memories here. Our story continues, but we won't forget where we came from :)
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