Wednesday, June 20, 2012

My Fruits of Labour, I Want Them Ripe.

This weekend/week feels a bit like drowning.

Work. Pack. Move. Unpack. Work. Repeat over and over and over again.

We've got about 3/4's of our stuff in our new place, but we're still waiting on new countertops to be installed, so the kitchen and bathroom can't be set up until that happens which means that we're still sleeping at the in-law's.

The glass half full is that we avoid living amongst the wreckage- once we do move in, it'll be into the most serene dreamland. Fingers-crossed.

Last night some lovely creativity was flowing and I stayed at the apartment unpacking until midnight.

Here's just a sneak peek.

POOR GUY HAD A RAGING MIGRAINE ALL WEEKEND, BUT HE STILL MOVED STUFF LIKE A CHAMP. IT'S THOSE KINDS OF THINGS THAT MAKE ME FALL JUST A LITTLE MORE IN LOVE WITH HIM.

THEY TAKE AWAY THE GUESSWORK (WHAT KIND OF DAY I'M HAVING).

UNPACKING AND BUBBLY- THEY GO SO WELL TOGETHER.

I ADORE MY BEAT-UP PAINT SPLATTERED LADDER

JUST YOU WAIT.

1 comment:

  1. lovely lovely :) Can't wait to curl up on one of those cozy looking armchairs with some bubbly. I may or may not wait for your invitation :)
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