"Since when did you like to sit there?" and other discoveries

Last night while blogging Husband came into the bedroom and remarked, almost shocked, "Since when did you like to sit there?" 

"Since I cleared it off," I responded. This seemed to have made perfect sense to him. He probably thought about it and recognized that this indeed was probably the first time since we've moved into this home that our window seat has been empty for more than 2 days. No laundry, no books, no pillows. Just me and my laptop. In fact, since I cleared it off, my son has taken to reading his books here. Every time he comes in he remarks, "Isn't this a great place to sit and read, Mom?"  The funny thing is he has a window seat in his own room. And it's usually cleared off. There must be something about sitting in this room that makes ours more of a novelty experience. 

And so I sit in my window seat again this evening. It's lovely. And it got me thinking....what other places do I have in my home that keep getting covered and cluttered and aren't getting the use out of them that was intended?  I'm going to let that one simmer... {laundry room, shed, garage...those are the big ones that come to mind...but I am sure there are smaller areas that could use a clearing out}.

On another note, here's your proof that I was not kidding about my reason for  moving out of the home office:

Would you want to work in an office with this thing staring at you from behind all the time?

I don't think so.

ugh.

Anyway, let's end on a happy note, shall we? Remember my secret desire to have home grown food on my table? Well, I have made another wonderful discovery... If you don't have your own garden, you should live by people who do! This is just a fraction of the love that continues to be dropped off on our doorstep by wonderful neighbors:

Clearly I need to make some tomato soup or bruschetta or something soon! Husband mentioned to me he might be ready this spring to plan a garden after all. This is huge. He even said the reason he killed the section of bushes along our fence was to prep it for planting. He had actually picked out our spot for gardening! He sheepishly confided that as much gardening as he did growing up, he doesn't remember a whole lot. So, I guess he and I will get to take the blind plunge into gardening together. I'm excited. I mean, spring's kind of a ways off, but still. There's a chance I will get to grow something besides basil and parsley after all!

Now here's your motivational cheer: Go and clear off that proverbial window seat of yours so you can enjoy it! :)

Moved Out

No, not out of my house. If I had to move out of my house I'd not be blogging, but likely at a therapist's office or a hospital receiving medical attention for my mental state. I've moved 12 times in my 8 years of marriage (in fact by the time we had been married 6.5 years, we had moved 12 times). I am not saying that with a "pity me" voice because I chose this life and I knew our lives would be nomadic until school was finished and the career was well underway. I'm saying "I've moved 12 times" in a matter-of-fact voice, giving you some background into my life and why I am who I am. While everyone else was discovering and perfecting new hobbies like quilting, sewing, designing, scrapbooking, running, painting, knitting, hairstyling, cell-splitting, book-writing, I spent the majority of my married life honing my packing and unpacking skills. Which I suppose in a very direct way gave birth to this blog. I haven't given much effort in exploring other hobbies, at least until this point because I was busy figuring out again where I should unpack my dishes.  And now that I am somewhat settled (knock on wood) I'm really enjoying myself in unpacking  FOREVER!  I really like the idea of being buried in the back yard, in fact.  Having moved so much, I'd really rather not move for a very long time.   So no, not talking about moving out of my home. I'm kicking myself out of my home office and designating the area as Husband's. The walls are dark brown and there is a big, ugly elk mounted on the wall that according to Husband, is an eternal fixture to that room. It just stares at me. I  can't work in there. So, I've been trying to figure out how I can "move out" without taking up much space somewhere else in my house.  So this is me dreaming....


The container store has offered this darling solution:





I love the color scheme of sea breeze blue, red, and of course silver, to tie in the Mac.   It takes up relatively little space and seems quite functional. 


Sigh.


A girl can dream, right?


PS I'm still trying to come up with a name for aforementioned Elk. Suggestions welcome.