I’m back. Andrew’s back. The cats are back. And we’re all pretty please about it. Even the Gerber daisies perked up for the occasion.
After three months of camping out in my parents’ guest room we’re once again residing in our own home. And loving the renovation results. Of course, now the living room looks woefully inadequate, but we’re out of time, energy and money, so I won’t obsess about that too much. For now.
Technically, we’ve been back a week, although we spent most of that time unpacking dust-covered boxes, washing off dust-encrusted surfaces and figuring out where the nonperishable food should go while we await the custom-built pantry. Ugly Ikea storage racks 2: Good taste 0.
Wanting to return with a memorable post, I waffled between dazzling you with marvelous before and after pictures. Or a fabulous chocolate chip cookie recipe. Or perhaps the saga of the rusted stove. The first post-renovation post had to be perfect, so I asked the Universe for a sign. And last night I got it.
Living up to my tag line, I melted the plastic steamer while preparing broccoli. So much for the “Thanks for Hosting Us for a Quarter of a Year” dinner I was serving my parents.
But I got my sign.
I interpret this as, “Stop fussing and hit the keyboard already.” Okay. Okay. I will.
So what do you want to hear about first?Google+