Busy Busy Busy!

Despite both of us having The Longest Cold In The History of Ever (alternate title: The Death Cold) for over a week each, The Mister and I were able to find time to start on our “Moving Katie In” checklist.

Somehow, we were able to muster the strength Sunday to rearrange his house to make room for my ridiculously over-sized clothing collection (my weakness, followed closely by red wine). My clothes were going where his office area was, the desk was going where the plants were, the plants were going where the kitchen table was, and the kitchen table was going into the New House to be stored.

The Mister's stuff

For someone who hates clutter, he has a lot of it.

After we both moved the kitchen table over, we tackled the bedroom. I was in charge of packing up the books and clutter, while The Mister (who has a decidedly greener thumb than I do) pruned and moved the plants. It took a lot longer than we anticipated (possibly because we were both still super sick and inhaling all sorts of dirt and dust), but six storage bins of books and stuff later, everything was rearranged. Instead of a dining nook, we now have a green house.

Plants in the living room

After all our hard work, I had caught a second wind and was ready to drive over to my apartment and start hauling things back, but The Mister wisely stopped that idea before it really even started. However, I have to pack and move my stuff at some point, and we decided we would do it bit by bit instead of all at once.

Have I mentioned that I hate packing? Almost as much as I hate moving? But, it has to be done, so my apartment is now a disaster zone of storage totes and piles of clothing and stuff.

Packing Totes

Multiply this by 4 and you have my life right now.

Since this first move is temporary(ish), and we are only living in The Mister’s house until we can finish the New House, I’m trying to only pack a limited amount of stuff to actually unpack; everything else will go into storage. It’s a lot of clothing to sort through and store, but it will be easier in the long run, and eventually will be like unpacking an entire new wardrobe.

I still have a long ways to go until my apartment is packed up, but I’m hoping to be most of the way moved in with The Mister in the next three weeks. I don’t know if this goal is super attainable, but it leaves an extra two weeks of breathing room to get everything else done. This is becoming even more real, and I couldn’t be more excited.

“Have a Lemon” – Life

Did you know that building a house is expensive? Like really, really expensive? And then when you’re done with the main building part, you get to do all the finish work, which costs even more money. Floorboards, lighting, closet systems, and so on and so forth don’t come cheap. Especially when you have my incredible knack for falling in love with the most expensive thing in the room.

Basically, all this is to say that, despite closing on the home loan and getting a permanent certificate of occupancy, the house isn’t ready to move into yet. Despite hoping it could be done by May, it probably won’t be for a while. Since “a while” is such a vague term, especially when it comes to saving money in order to do all the finish work right and without a time crunch looming over our heads, The Mister and I are taking this bunch of lemons life just handed us and making sweet, sweet lemonade out of it.

Which is why we now get to figure out how to fit my 850 square foot apartment of stuff into his 1200 square foot house that he currently resides in. By May 1.

I’m excited to move over to the Highlands and to start living with The Mister and the dog. I’m not excited to pack, and I’m most certainly not excited about having to make some tough decisions about my stuff, but that is my new project for the rest of March and April. While The Mister packs up some of his stuff to make room for mine, I get to organize my belongings into three categories: things to move into The Mister’s house, things to store for the new house, and things to get rid off.

Those of you who know me know how much I hate getting rid of things.

However, part of the compromise of living together is cutting the clutter and being respectful of shared space, so that’s what I’m going to do. Some things are easy to decide–my sundresses are all getting moved over to The Mister’s house; my KitchenAid, television, and couch are going to be stored for the new house; and most of my kitchen stuff will be given to Goodwill. Then there are the hard decisions–the coffee table, my bookcases, (some of my) clothes and shoes. Not everything will make the cut, and it’s going to be a war zone around here until I make my final choices.

It will all be worth it in the end. While it is disappointing not to be moving into the new house sooner, it is exciting to think about all the possibility it holds. Ultimately, waiting to do the finish work is the best decision, and in the meantime it forces me to reevaluate my possessions.

This isn’t the 36th Avenue adventure I was expecting, but that’s the point of an adventure–you never know what’s coming your way. The countdown to May 1 (coincidentally my birthday) begins now!

Well Isn’t That Pinteresting.

The house is slowly but (allegedly) surely coming close to completion. Keeping my fingers and toes crossed, we are hopefully a month away from a move-in date. Granted, that move-in date will most likely be pushed back again, but for now, we’re a month away from a move-in date. Which means finish work, which means mutual decision-making.

Until now, every decision made about the house has been The Mister’s decision. It is, after all, his ultimate art project. He poured his heart and soul into designing the house, and aside from an occasional suggestion here and there (no fluorescent lights in the bathroom, why cover up such gorgeous wood on the stairs, etc.), it is completely his vision. The finish work, however, will be a We thing, even if he isn’t yet fully aware of this.

Yesterday on the way to see The Secret Life of Arriety, The Mister suggested that we turn our lighting solution into an art installation – with not just table lamps hanging upside down from the ceiling, but an entire room’s worth of furniture. While that is certainly a creative way to combine our two exceptionally different design aesthetics, I told him under no circumstances were we going to live in The Twits. Roald Dahl may be a genius, but he wasn’t giving design advice in that story.

Combining our styles (pop art minimalist [him] meets kitschy cluttered study [me]) will be interesting for sure, which is why I’ve spent the past few months collecting ideas on Pinterest. Instead of being inspired by the Roly Poly bird, here are some ideas that actually could be incorporated into the house:

Handcrafted Mason Jar Pendant Chandelier

Handcrafted Mason Jar Pendant Chandelier

"Mercury" Glass

"Mercury" Glass

Bookshelf Couch

Bookshelf Couch

Pallet Wall

Pallet Wall (for the bedroom)

Stained Concrete Floor

Stained Concrete Floor

If anything, these few pictures are ideas to build on. I think we will ultimately figure out what our style is as a couple, but I want to infuse the industrial feel the house has naturally (I mean, it is a cement box) with warmth and life. I should start Pinteresting again with abandon, but at the same time I want our house to organically come together. There’s only so much decorating other people can do for your living space, and the rest you have to figure out for yourself.