After four days home alone, our home is actually starting to feel like, well, a home:

  • The upstairs/master suite is basically done until we can buy that new dresser we are planning to buy this week. Until then, my sweaters are living on a spare bookcase — and if I’m honest I’ll tell you that when my sweaters move into the new dresser, I’m not sure what I’ll do with the spare bookcase because this house? Has crazy amounts of built-in shelving that I both adore and find frustrating. (Frustrating because the books have to live only in rooms with built-in shelves, of course.)
  • We also bought some lovely new sheets for our bed and I finally moved the lamps in the house around so that the two upstairs are matching, so our bedroom is now an oasis of comfort. Or something like that.
  • The guest room…oh, the guest room! I am so excited about the guest room. It is so so so close to being done.  The bed has been done up with this lovely set (the color of which I didn’t love right away but the blue matches the existing drapes better than the “spice” color that was also available — and I have to say the blue has grown on me). I also scored two giant “euro” pillows (the square kind) for the “euro” shams that came with the set for $15 each (technically, one was $29 and the other was $1 at Penney’s). I also hung the last two sets of blinds in there today so we can actually pull the drapes back without exposing the interior of the house to the street.
  • We bought a couch yesterday (graphite color). (We did not pay that much, by the way. Also by the way, Macy’s is having a sale!) I love it also. I love it more than my super cheap down alternative euro pillows, more than my oasis of a bedroom, more than the granite countertops in the kitchen. I am so excited for it to be delivered….which it won’t be for at least 2 weeks because it’s backordered in the warehouse until next Monday. The only upside is that it might end up getting scheduled for delivery while my in-laws are visiting so we won’t have to push delivery to a weekend.

And that’s it here. Four days of unemployment is basically over. Back to work tomorrow!

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Stay-at-home wifely adventures, Day 2

I have unpacked the rest of the books. All books now live on shelves. No books live near their natural book friends (except my cookbooks, which Mr. D. kindly collected on the shelf nearest the kitchen). The disorganization of the books bothers me but I’m not sure I have the energy to deal with it right now. Maybe after we have everything else in place I can think about reorganizing the books.

In better news, though, I am pretty much finished with the master closet. I even unpacked Mr. D.’s shoes. I still need to reorganize my dresser — and we still need to buy another dresser because we don’t have enough space for all of our clothes — but things are more or less put away.  Except scarves, gloves and hats — and I am really dreading figuring out where those things will live and how they’ll be organized. My standard “throw them all in a pile near the door” method isn’t going to work here, unfortunately.

It’s definitely starting to look (and feel) more like home around here. But it’s not going to be totally comfortable until we have seating in the living room — which means furniture shopping this week. Wish us luck finding a couch we can both live with.

Monday

I am on day one of four days of Funemployment. And I’m starting it out the right way: I just finished Catching Fire (on my Kindle!) and now I’m watching the season premiere of Glee. Later today I’ll do some unpacking and organizing, maybe even get my desk set up.

Or maybe I won’t.

Home

After a five-and-a-half hour drive Friday night and a fourteen-hour drive Saturday, I am home in my new city with my husband and my dog. I am exhausted but mostly totally happy. (The mostly because this place is still a disaster and so much unpacking still has to be done.)

It seems unfair to let it burn off like fog

This really has been the best job ever. I’ve loved it. And I just left for the last time.

I’d like to take some time to process the emotions but I can’t because I’m on my way to get my rental car and then I’ll be loading up my stuff and then I’ll be leaving Chicago for good. There is so much going on in my head and heart right now and I don’t have any time to just sit and deal with it. I guess I can do some of that on today’s drive, but that’s not really ideal. I need a dark room and some sad music and then some happy music. And I have the feeling that, by Sunday, when I’ll have time to process, it’ll be gone, having slipped away unacknowledged. That’s not fair to my grief and wistfulness, to just let it dissolve without some sort of recognition.

Lightening the load

So I alluded to this the other day, but I cut all my hair off over the last year.

When I graduated from law school two years ago, my hair was past my shoulders; since then, it’s gotten progressively shorter, going first to a swing bob that went past my chin and then to a shorter, layered cut that curled around my ears and the nape of my neck.

But last spring, about six months ago, I decided I wanted to try going even shorter. So my stylist cut it short in the back, leaving some length in the crown and front (think an updated version of the short, blonde cut Gwyneth Paltrow had in Sliding Doors). And it was cute, but there was still too much hair on my head. So by June, I had cut it even shorter — a sort of shaggy pixie cut.

And today I went in and got the full Emma Watson treatment.

Part of the reason I got it cut so short is that I’m leaving Chicago and I want to avoid having to find a new stylist for a while. (I’ve been seeing the same amazing person here for five years and I am so sad to be leaving her. She has cut my hair in every permutation — long, short, growing out, all of it — and has done a great job every single time.)

The other part is that I stopped coloring my hair and the gray just looks better on short hair. I’m actually a little dismayed at how much gray I have now — I basically stopped coloring my hair about six months ago, so each time I’ve gone in for a cut (about every six weeks), more and more of the colored hair has been cut off. I think there’s very little left of that last box of color — and even that box was semi-permanent color, so there wouldn’t be a ton of it left anyway. My hair is pretty much its natural color now — and that natural color is completely shot through with gray. It’s no longer just in the isolated strands around my forehead –it’s spread to my temples and the crown and the nape of my neck. I have a gray patch at my part. A patch!

If I’m going to be this gray at 33 — which is young even for the women in my family, and the women on both sides of my family go gray early — I figure I might as well have the most stylish, progressive, daring cut I can. (Keeping in mind I can’t be THAT daring because I am, after all, a lawyer.) And the short hair is that — it’s super cute, it fits my face and style, and I think it keeps me young. (This is a young pixie cut, not soccer mom short hair, after all.)

So I’m pleased with it. My stylist has been going shorter and shorter with each cut and I think she finally got it short enough! And I feel good about it.

Twiddle

It’s only Tuesday?

Crap.

(I finished my last work assignment and now I’m bored.)