Two week progress report

As of last Saturday, I've lived at Camp Clovertree for two weeks. It is oddly beginning to feel like home. (If "home" means you know where the boxes are and you're willing to maneuver around them.)

I feel like this place - my sister's house - is slowly becoming my home. We'll spend a day or two working on something, and next thing you know, it looks completely different. Like real people with actual taste live there.

Take, for example, the kitchen. We made significant headway in there over the weekend. There are actual countertops! And the cupboards ... the cupboards are a thing of beauty. The spice cupboard also holds a plethora of cake/cookie decorating schmutz. Expect treats over the holidays.

We also managed to find homes for a lot of the stuff in boxes on the kitchen floor, which allowed us to finally reach the sliding glass door in there, take down the (hideous eyesore) vertical blinds and put up a new curtain rod and new (to us) curtains. What a difference a few bits of fabric make!

Hanging art makes a huge impact. I put up one of my favorite pictures in the den; it's of a girl seated by water, reading a book. It was a gift from Amber for my birthday a few years back, and now it hangs by the "reading chair" in an awesome space. It also manages to make it obvious that the other walls need love, too; we'll get to that soon enough, I'm sure.

And in my room, this happened:

That fabric is from a muu muu my mom had back in the day, stretched over canvas. They surround an antique mirror given to me by a friend. That wall makes a serene statement, and I love it.

So, bit by bit ... one cupboard, one wall, one room at a time, Pat and I are creating a haven. I love it. It makes me happy.
-Maggie