I Know

I know I whined and moaned about wanting to go back home.  I couldn't wait.  Was impatient and antsy all in one and now that I'm home I wonder when it will start feeling like home.  Right now I'm getting that rental vibe.  Maybe because I don't have much to put on the walls and they look so bare.  Or, maybe, because it is so clean and clutter free.  Well, for me clutter free.  Right now I have things that need to be put away but nothing to put them in but I should be getting my IKEA stuff soon.

Having been in the house for so long, almost 30 years, there was a real mish mosh look to what I fondly referred to as decoratig.  There was no rhyme or reason, nothing matched stuff I made was everywhere.  Now I find myself matching stuff and I wonder if I'm channeling the Stepford neighbors from the rental house. 

For instance... my bedroom is a pale moss green.  My sheets match the walls, the comforter on top has a white background with a loose stylized leaf design.  Some leaves match the walls other are beige to match the floor.  The woodwork is white, as if the book case and the dresser will be white as well.  I found matching green valances at the dollar store and these crazy vines with fuzzy green leaves, clear crystals and a hint of lavender.  I obught myself a table at pier one to use as a night stand with a clear top and the base is metal branches with leaves and a small bird perched on one branch. I'm even getting a white decal to use as a head board that carries through the leaf and branch theme.   I'm starting to scare myself.  I never had anything match anything before and now I find myself bothered by the fact that one bath mat in the bathroom doesn't match the other rug by the sink and the towels.  Heaven forfend!!! I think I need to go lie down.

The best next door neighbor in the world gave me some cute ceramics that will grace the top of my cabinets, now that I have a stepstool, only the tops of the cabinets are recessed and I now need to find a slat of wood or something to raise them so I can enjoy the look of them.  I have put some of my polymer clay people I saved as well a a few smaller knick knacks on the kitchen windowsill and JOsh actually told me that he liked the way I was decorating the kitchen.  I guess my little clay people are a reminder of home how it used to be. 

Meanwhile the dogs are having a pisser of a time in the yard.  The deck is coming along but the rain has stiopped work on that..

Speaking of work.  The workmen I have encountered during this take as much pride in their work as they would if they were building their own home and not one for a stranger.  I've noticed little touches like a soap dispenser in the kitchen sink, the pull down lights over the breakfast bar, the marvelous sump pump.  I know we all hear of horror stories about contractors but I am thrilled with my guys and the job they are doing.  So, I suppose all around I did get lucky.

Now if Michael has the same luck at court tomorrow all will be well.

That's it for As the Head Whirls.