Feng Phooey

The kitchen and the living room here are so immensely livable. They're all sunny and cozy and cute and homey. This is the sort of kitchen you hang out in, sitting around the table not just to eat, but to talk, or meditate, or blog, for that matter. A hearth would make it complete. But I guess that's a project for another weekend.

Still, this is the awkward phase of moving where pretty much all the stuff has been transferred over, but I have not yet figured out quite where everything goes. During this phase, you have to edge around everywhere sideways, stepping carefully over boxes and pieces of disassembled furniture. Horizontal surfaces are piled with knick-knacks and CDs and utensils and toys and measuring cups and photos and books and hairbrushes and candles and other odds and ends.

The trick is to get everything cleaned up and put away before the initial enthusiasm wears off and inertia sets in.

This house is just so ridiculously cute. It's got flowering vines clambering up the outside by the front door and a big, shady live oak right in the center of the front yard. I can't post pictures, because I haven't found the box containing the cord to hook up my digital camera.

Phooey.