Saturday, September 26, 2009

Transplanted South

I am still here. Things have just been pretty crazy. We packed up our home of 7 years and moved south. Hubby is going back to school to finish his undergrad work in the field of Informatics. We moved to a larger university town. We are loving the community down here and all that it has to offer. I really do miss home. It is so difficult to be away from friends and family. I headed home last weekend and it was so wonderful to be with people who know me. I had a hard time this week after coming back. I just said today how great it would be if we could wrap all the good things up together...this great community and our friends and family. That would be perfection!

We moved to a smaller place, a town home. That being said, I don't have much room to have all my craft things out. Not really sure what to do about this. Everything is still packed away. Hoping I can steal away a nice corner of the small rec room in our basement that is filled with Hubby's recording equipment and my daughter's kitchen set.

I kind of came to a halt in the unpacking process so the rec room is not a pretty sight yet. I still may be able to figure out a crafty corner down there. I hope so. I have been itching to sew some curtains for my girl's new bedroom.

We've only been here a month and I am SICK of eggshell white!!! I don't plan on painting though. There is no way with two little ones and Hubby gone most of the time. I also do not like to paint. If we were buying a home, then maybe, but not while we are renting. So....we need bright pretty curtains. I have some neat red curtains for our living room but I keep forgetting to buy a rod when I am out shopping.

I wanted to share a really sweet video that I stumbled upon on one of my favorite blogs a few weeks ago. The music is from one of Hubby's favorite musicians, Sigur Ros.

A SHORT LOVE STORY IN STOP MOTION from Carlos Lascano on Vimeo.

1 comment:

Colleen said...

Oh, man I hate painting too! I don't blame you for not doing it. I don't know what I was thinking when I did that when I was pregnant with Wade. It must have been the hormones.