A tiny hat and a big mess..

You know what this means, don’t you? If I post these “before” pictures, then I am thus forced, on pain of lasting embarrassment to post the “afters”.

Since Sam uses the second bedroom as his office, I claimed the tiny study as my craft room and was blissfully happy

to at last have the freedom to make a crafty mess and not squelch inspiration by having to put everything away. Those among you who are avid sewers and crafter simply must agree with that logic. For some sad reason, I seem to accomplish the best work in the midst of a fabric, paper, pin, pen, thread, fuzz explosion. So now that I’ve confessed through thousand word photos that crafts took a back seat to living, and the study became a dumping ground for moving mess, I have to organize, which is not my strong suit.

Oh, to leave the bothersome topic of organizing, I have a tiny hat! It’s ever so cute. And my friend, Rachel, taught me how to knit (for real this time) so I actually understood what I was doing, unlike my previous attempts to desperately follow directions with absolutely no comprehension. I am very excited over my ever-so-cute hat and can’t wait to start another!

As much as I’d like to think happy thoughts about another tiny hat, I must be off to attack the mess!

Chelsea

the deed is done…

We did it…finally…like we promised. Our blog is up and now we must write. And you must comment to keep us motivated to keep writing. Deal? We miss you all and this will help with the challenge of keeping in often in touch!

Our new adventure has begun in Raleigh, NC! We love the area, get lost constantly and are excited to explore every nook and cranny of the Triangle. Sam is in his third week of classes, and I am attempting to fill my schedule with the fun, interesting and useful for the next six months.

Six months, you say? Yup, “Tiny Wee One” is on its way and will arrive in mid-August and then I will have my schedule filled for me. We are absolutely thrilled! I’ve been hunting down baby websites, looking at my baby patterns with new eyes, learning how to knit and grinning foolishly at every baby in every store I wander through.

So how are we settling into apartment life? We are spoiled to be on a quiet third level and love our little place, with it’s big windows and big closets. But my own personal challenge is…the kitchen.

I blinked innocently when Sam noticed that nearly a third of our moving boxes were marked “kitchen/dining”. ::Sigh:: ‘Tis true, ‘tis true. I laughed (what else was there to do?) when I realized, while unpacking my gadgets and silverware, that I have only two drawers, one of which doesn’t deserve to be called such. And when I reached the kitchen aid box, toaster oven, food processor….ack, I have only two and a half square feet of counter space! Undaunted we charged off to Lowe’s and found a wire shelving unit that fit nicely in my craft closet around the corner.

So now I march each appliance back to its little spot on the shelf, wipe my weensy counter and begin the next step of whatever my culinary enterprise happens to be. Its a pain, but I usually don’t have a colossal mess taunting me when I am finished. Mom often threatened, as she vigorously scrubbed tomato spatters from the walls, to ban me from the kitchen if I wasn’t helping her by making dinner so often. Well, Mom….when all else fails, confine the cook.

Oh, and one piece of advice: Never ask an engineering grad student to cook rice while he’s deep in study. My favorite pot is dead.

Chelsea