That’s what I tell myself when I look at the calendar and count how many days ago the movers came. I do this every few days or so as I’m looking down my list of things I’d like to change/paint/redecorate/undo/redo/fix or otherwise attend to in the house so that I can feel moved-in.
Last weekend, I had lofty goals to complete several projects, one of which was a light fixture that bugged me (no pun intended.)
This is the light over our bed:
You can get it at Home Depot for like five bucks. If you like it that much, let me know because I know where you can get one for FREE!
If you look at it up close, you’ll see that the base of it doesn’t even cover some random, unexplained hole drilled into the ceiling. It’s also one of those lights that becomes a backlit final resting place for fliers that stupidly fall prey to heat. Here it is up close:
So it turns out that the electrical mishap with the fans in the kitchen was a blessing in disguise: it turned my husband into a completely competent electrician! Well, for some jobs. Like this one he did this for me last weekend:
It’s about all we got done last weekend and now suddenly next weekend is already here, bringing with it adventures in changing the direction a door swings…