Movin’ On Up

Glamming out at the Botanical Gardens today.
BIG NEWS blog, BIG NEWS: we got the house! We’re gonna be home owners! I’M GOING TO HAVE A WALK-IN CLOSET!!!

Walkies.
So thrilled. We made the bid on Friday, typed up a little personal letter to the sellers on Saturday, and by Sunday they accepted our offer. In one month’s time, I will be living in my own house. YES, FINALLY.

Thistle is pretty.
No pictures yet, and I don’t feel comfortable linking to it, but here’s some details:

– big roomy landscaped backyard
– two car garage, plus gigantic crawl space behind said garage (big enough to house an immigrant family, say)
– four bedrooms PLUS an additional room
– walk in closet in the master (yes yes yes)
– windows and high ceilings galore

Two doggy beds and she still takes the floor. Eye roll, Bear Cub.
Plus more, you know, it’s just friggin’ gorgeous and I’m actually glad all those other houses we wanted didn’t work out. Oh man. I’m a grown up.

This is my version of a "natural" nail.
I’ll be able to have a sewing room AND an art studio. And I can paint the walls any damn color I please! Glitter paint, baby! CHARTREUSE GLITTER PAINT AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME.

So addictive.
Ungggggfff I can’t wait to move. In the meantime, have you tried these? They’re delicious.

I put on my Big Girl Britches and brought stacks of 90s and early 2000s magazines from my parents' house to the recycling center. Finally. "I will not be a hoarder, I will not be a hoarder..."
Anyone who knows me knows I have been hoarding fashion magazines since I started reading “Vogue” in 1994, so it was a pretty big deal that Josh and I took stacks of every magazine except “Vogue” down to the recycling center when we were in Boise. I knew my parents would never recycle them (they didn’t even know where the center is), so it was up to me. It was a big relief. I’m only a little sad about it.

My father's 14-year-old Lab, Sally. This last trip to Boise might be the last time I see her alive. She's been his constant companion her entire lifetime, and I know he'll be devastated when she passes.
Sally, 14, is dying, and that last trip to Boise may be the last time I ever see her. She’s been my father’s constant companion her entire lifetime, and I can’t even imagine how sad he is going to be when she passes. He’s gonna need a Prozac script and a new puppy.

Boo, rainy Fall weather. Booooo.
This is how I feel about Fall kicking off with a week solid of rain, way to conform to stereotypes, Seattle. On the other hand, I do enjoy wearing all of my summer dresses with tights, so that’s okay. Today I even wore my Frye boots so I got to smell that new leather smell all day, mmmmmm.

Traveling Maggie.
Maggie in the car. I’m glugging down some coffee right now in preperation to take them to the park.

Oh yeah, another cool thing about the New House: 5 minutes away from the ocean, with a dog park right on the ocean! Can you imagine…??? I’M STOKED.

2 thoughts on “Movin’ On Up

  1. CONGRATULATIONS! Your new house sounds fabulous! I just moved the picture of the girl with the yellow hat to a new location…must be why you got the house!! Very happy for you…..:)

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