A Moving Experience

Well, friends, I am now officially a suburbanite. Mr. L & I have been working non-stop for the past few weeks to finish painting, sweating, cleaning, sweating, packing, sweating, moving, sweating, and reshuffling. Did I mention that it has been hot as a nanny goat in a pepper patch during all of this?

Anyways, I am moved in and we are well on our way to co-existence. And this is exciting...and scary...and then exciting again. Much more on this and our recent adventures later this week. Just wanted to let the 'ol blog know I was still alive.

Cheers from the suburbs!

Apartment Life

I realized the other day while reviewing my neglected little blog that I stopped blogging right on the cusp of moving to Birmingham, and I had not even covered my amazing little piece of heaven that is my apartment.

I don't think I have ever loved 1,000 square feet like I love my little nest here in Birmingham. It is lovely. Truly lovely. And all mine.

I thought I would give you a little tour of some small apartment scenes so you can see what I'm talking 'bout. Here goes...

My amazing red curtains that I made upon moving here.

Scenes from the coziest living room in the universe

My new love for the color orange sprouted in my teensy tiny kitchen

My kitchen window

The hand that feeds

My new dessert dishes

Some color in my craft studio (some call it an office, to me it is a studio)

Sewing paraphenalia

My elegant doornobs

My favorite shower curtain

Me in my makeup mirror

Scenes from the bedside table

My hunky friend Buster

Well, friends, hope you enjoyed the tour of my favoritest place on earth. As I sit here, cozy on the couch, I have a thankful heart tonight. God brought me here and for that I am eternally grateful.

Well, I guess I'll sign off for tonight and just enjoy my little home for awhile. Bon soir!

Twice As Nice

Found: Ravishing Retro Rental

So, fresh from my interview, Mr. L & I went apartment shopping. This is an activity that I had never done before, as I moved from the dorm to becoming a home-owner at age 19. I was understandably excited about this activity for multiple reasons, but new-found Independence was one of my most dominate motivators (not to mention that swapping out a 10-minute trip for a 4 hour sojourn to Mr. L's house didn't hurt a bit)

What I found was a charming 1930's building with a apartment at the tippy top with my name on it.