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Lessons in Domesticity

For the last five days, I've been relaxing with my parents here in Kansas City and catching up on my domestic skills.  We've been gardening (I'm bringing home-grown garlic back with me), sewing (I made my very own shirt from Amy Butler's fabric and pattern- and it's adorable - I'm wearing it now!), cooking (we're having stuffed shells for dinner - DELISH), shopping (Hello, Anthropologie), hemming pants (for a second interview), making earrings (for fun), and even polishing shoes (because my parents have the gear and I have the time).  Phew - who knew relaxation could produce such wonderful results?

Tomorrow I return to Knoxville and will be required to run off the plane and into the car so I can immediately begin tackling the growing "to-do" list that awaits.  Paint colors are waiting to be finalized, painting needs to be completed, cabinets need to be purchased from IKEA - in Atlanta - and husbands need to be hugged. 

Well, one husband, in particular.

 

 

Shhh!  Be quiet.  Everyone else is sleeping but I'm too excited.  I awoke early with dreams swirling in my head, and after planning out the next two years while horizontal, I decided to get up and get started in the vertical realm.  Things are brewing on this end, but I'm not counting chickens just yet (or perhaps I am and just hoping, HOPING that they will hatch).  Maybe soon there will be news to report regarding me and a desk and an office, but until then I'm getting ready for a quick trip to Kansas City, MO.  I need to get away from this life of never-ending Saturdays.  Imagine - wanting to escape the "lightness of being" for stress and deadlines and constant interruption.  After seven months of attempting to embrace a casual existence, I'm very eager to begin a life of days with structure - days with expectations.

So many little things are happening at the garage - we're rolling into a giant snowball of completion.  Sheetrock is being finished, old wood and concrete block are finally accepting the last layers of paint, and the electricians have added the most beautiful white switches and receptacles and encased them in their galvanized covers.

Isn't that just the loveliest little receptacle you've ever seen?

 

Soon we'll be sleeping in here and listening to the neighbor's chickens.  Or we'll be attempting to sleep while being serenaded with the neighbor's electric guitar.

 It's all happening.