Since we moved in we have periodically been adding things here and there on the walls- we haven’t been able to find the right furniture to add, or at least the right furniture that is not crazy expensive. But we have been able to find things to put on the walls. But lately we realized that we have no photos of ourselves, or anyone for that matter, on any of the walls. So this past weekend I set out to change that!
A trip to Aaron Brothers gave us an assortment of different frames. So now we have our little frame wall with wedding photos. Finally put the professional wedding photos to work in the house.
Personalizing our walls!
Love the different textures. And love that we have something personal on the walls now!
The first Sunday of the month there is an awesome antiques fair in Alameda. It is like a massive swap meet but instead of cheap sunglasses and stickers they have really great antiques, usually for great prices.
We got to go this past weekend and the day was perfect!
We got lots of fun things for the house, plus we had an amazing snack! To make up for the horrible donuts at the Almond Blossom Carnival, we had some fantastic donuts from Harveys. Got our mini donut fix for a while!
And this is Harvey...
A few weeks ago we found this on our door:
The funny part about it is that we were just talking about how great our dogs had been and how little they were barking. We attributed their behavior to the double sided fence in the back yard and the fact that they couldn’t see through it. And because it has been so chilly I have kept the dogs inside almost all day because I am worried they will get cold – Mark says their fur keeps them warm but I know they like the space heater in my office as much as I do!
But then we got the Nastygram from our mystery neighbor. Not that the person who wrote it is all wrong. Our dogs are big and can be loud. But not all the time – they are typically inside and often sit in their kennel outside to avoid the cold. Plus there is a bloodhound three doors down that howls for hours on end and a super cute, yappy wiener dog right next door and another big dog down the street that likes to make itself known. So then I wondered if everyone got the Nastygram? Did everyone just forget to turn off their dogs after leaving the house?
The other thing that got me is that in writing the note anonymously the neighbor didn’t actually welcome us at all, or even give us the chance to apologize and see when they noticed this so we might be able to keep them inside at that time. I mean, do the dogs bark during their nap time from 12-1? Do they have a baby who takes a nap at two? Or perhaps nastygram neighbor is a nurse who works at night and needs to sleep in the morning.
In any case, I didn’t really feel this person should have started with “Welcome to the neighborhood” when everything to follow said the opposite. Maybe something more along the lines of “I hate you so much right now…” would have been an opening that fit with the remainder of the note.
Aside from the Nastygram neighbor Mark and I have the most friendly and welcoming neighbors. We are so excited to live in our neighborhood and have enjoyed getting to know people. We are hoping to be more like the neighbors who we have met so far.
PS. If any of you Ripon folks know someone in our neighborhood with Suzy’s Zoo golf stationary, please don’t tell them about this
It is so strange to me that even though I am 27 years old I still say that I am going home or refer to my parent’s house as “my house.” Forget the fact that my childhood room is an office now; I still think of it as home.
BUT, I simultaneously think of my house as home. They are both home. At the same time. Really, the house Mark and I have together is home now, but my parent’s house is possibly the only other house where I can totally relax. Like walk around barefoot, wear no makeup and pick my nose type relax. I don’t know why that is. Maybe because that house has seen more akward phases of my life than I would care to remember, or maybe because I claimed the upstairs bedroom with all the windows and some sort of vampire book imprinting happened.
But this is how I know Christmas. We can’t have a tree without an angel on top because that is just how it is done. Why an angel would have a tree up her dress I do not know, but how do you explain a star topper either? There are certain things that just make up Christmas: a stocking hung up for the dog as another excuse to give her a treat, all our handmade ornaments on the tree, and putting on every article of clothing gifted to you for the annual after gift photo.
But then Mark and I are starting our own traditions: all stockings and ornaments should match, the puppies get a new collar every year, and we sleep in because we already know what we purchased for each other for Christmas.
Somehow I am fortunate enough to get to have both Christmases. Simultaneously (or one after the other as the case may be). In both the places I call home.
My parent's Christmas tree.
For the past two months I have had paint on my clothes, in my hair and all over my skin. I had been in the habit of painting my nails every week or so (with the plan to become home owners we had to save money so a nail salon was out of the question). But with renovations I found it was pointless to try to maintain any color on my nails.
But last week that all changed when my mom took my sister and I out for our annual holiday manicure.
Painted nails on purpose!
So happy! It is crazy how the little things can make such a big difference. With my painted nails I feel like a little bit less of a mess and I can stop working on my house list. I am so excited for a break to just enjoy these types of things. A few other things I want to make time for now that we have a place to live:
- A real dinner out (not pizza)
- A movie!
- Shopping (not at Lowes, Home Depot or Ace Hardware; I am done giving them money for a while). Shopping for clothes would be ideal
- The gym – No more painting ceilings as an arm workout.