Category Archives: nesting

the overspent American

Sorry for the lack of posting, but there’s not all that much excitement going on. I mean, clearly it’s tough to live up to the excitement of my last opus – the shelf debacle.

Halloween came and went, and although I didn’t do anything in the way of decorating for it, we did get lots of trick-or-treaters. Many were cute, but we also had the standard issues with parents demanding candy for kids who weren’t even there, or for the 6-month old in the stroller, or for themselves, and the kids who weren’t actually dressed up at all. Still, all in all it was fun, and Casey was nice enough to take this picture of us giving out candy on our stoop. In case you can’t tell, that’s a Frankenstein mask I’m holding up. And Greg is of course wearing his favorite Luchador mask – man, those things have paid for themselves many times over at this point.

In other news, we bought our first piece of grown-up furniture, a beautiful mid-century sideboard we found on Craigslist. I realized that you know you’re growing up when you start having to buy Pledge. Oh, and clearly the sideboard gets the Franny seal of approval.

In addition to our grown-up sideboard, we’re heading over to Crate and Barrel tonight to potentially use our many wedding gift cards to purchase the grown-up sofa that we’ve had our eye on for a year or so. We’ve been living with the two-seater Ikea Klippan for a few years, and although it’s served us well, it’s time to move onto a couch that I can actually stretch out on and that isn’t the cheapest couch Ikea offers.

Other than that, we’ve been working on painting the trim in the living room. The walls are all done, but the trim has proven quite tricky, mainly because in true Kate and Greg fashion, we decided to cut corners and not prime it first. “Hey, it’s white on white, no need for primer.” After a week and three coats of paint that wound up peeling off in large strips, we decided to bite the bullet and prime. I’m really hoping to have the whole downstairs finished by the holidays, although I can’t decide whether Thanksgiving counts in that scenario. After we finish the living room trim, we need to pick a color for the dining room, but first we have to wait for our wallpaper sample to so we can figure that out.

dancing with myself

Our newest house purchase is a brand new stereo, something that we’ve been sorely needing for a few years now. After my old mini-system crapped out (tip: stay away from Philips) the only way we could listen to music was through a little cd boombox or the tiny computer speakers, which, may I add, is not very environmentally friendly, since the whole computer had to be running. We hooked it up last week and through the magic of the iPod connector I was able to prepare a “new stereo dance party” mix, so I danced the night away, much to our neighbor’s chagrin, I’m sure. Although we have to listen to them argue every other day, so they can deal with a little bit of The Clash every now and again. Greg also figured out how to hook it up to the TV, so he was able to listen to the Eagles lose miserably in surround sound, after which he spat out quite a long string of curses in surround sound.

Anyway, it’s nice to have music again. I can’t wait to get Greg out of the house for the evening so I can really crank it up and embarrass myself in front of Franny.

Movin’ on down to the East Side (of Broad)

Yesterday was moving day. Well, technically we’ve been slowly moving for the past few weeks, but yesterday was the big official “renting the U-Haul” day. Greg’s dad and brother Dave came to help out, and they certainly saved me a lot of grief, as I tend to get very cranky when lifting heavy objects. But I made up for my wimpy girlishness by driving the U-Haul, and I must say, I drove the hell out of that truck. By the end of the day I got so good that I actually drove it back by myself and parallel parked it at the rental place. But then again, I knew I was the queen of parallel parking, so it wasn’t all that surprising.

At this point, we are about 95% finished moving, but we still have the dreaded kitchen and utility closet to deal with. All I want to do is go to the new house and set things up, but instead we have to spend this week at the apartment scrubbing and spackling and shampooing the carpets.

Here are the two things that I hate most about moving:
1. When you exhaust yourself packing up the truck, only to realize that you’re only halfway done, as the truck now needs to be un-packed
2. All of the random loose crap lying on the floor when you go back into the apartment. You wonder, how is this possible? I just filled a huge truck twice, and there is STILL a sea of useless objects all over. It’s as if the room itself is spontaneously creating these things.

So last night was our first night at the house. We brought Franny over, who seemed simultaneously fascinated and frightened by all of the space. She did a lot of exploring but kept coming back to check on us, presumably to make sure we weren’t leaving her. Of course the basement is the one place we’re trying to keep her out of, and within about a half hour, she was at the basement door sniffing around, like, “Oooohhh…..what’s this room? Why is this door closed? C’monnnnn…I wanna go down there!!” In general, we think she’s doing ok – she’s been relaxed enough to able to do her normal lounging, so that must be a good sign.

After a long and exhausting day of sweating, we took much needed showers and discovered that the house has the most amazing water pressure you could ask for. One of Greg’s big things when we were house hunting was water pressure, which I wouldn’t let him test when we were looking at houses because I thought it was a little weird to turn people’s showers on. But apparently we got very lucky. It’s almost a joke, really. If you want to get a sense of what it feels like, I recommend watching this video.

While Greg took his turn under the power washer, I climbed into bed all fresh and clean and laid there with Franny, smiling to myself and thinking, “I love our house.”