Anyhoo details please. Moving began on Saturday when I had to be at the new house to receive the new fridge and washing machine I had ordered. I turned up and bless their little hearts, it was a hive of cleaning activity from the previous owners. The movers turned up on time! and installed! the appliances for me. Kudos to them.
Later that afternoon it was serious moving time. Megs and Ben turned up with Amelie who was a champion. She kept herself amused in her wee capsule for 3 hours and Ben fed her a bottle and she had a wee snoozy so Megs could arrange stuff and be Monica to her hearts content.
I tell you it's exhausting stuff, moving. That night I went to M&B's place to watch the rugby (All Black's vs Australia and we won YEAH!) and I was having to prop my eyes open with toothpicks.
Sunday and Monday were more unpacking, spending of money, and general joy and Snoopy dancing at knowing it was ALL MINE and MINE ALONE (except for the 2/3rds that Mum owns, but hey).
Anyhoo - photos of stuff. Everything looks a bit Amish because I only have the basics in. You'll have to imagine all the photos and art and actual furniture that will eventually turn up in a few months.
This was the very first thing I unpacked. I smell Good.
My room. This bed (new) is The most comfy bed in the Universe. It's like lying on clouds. I'm going to lose the feature wall and put up some mega hip wall paper, eventually. I have a lovely view of the garden and sunset at night. 
The spare room. This is where the Amish look comes into its own. I have a few prints to put up and will get some cushions to liven it up a bit.
My hideous veneer bookcase with my wonderful wonderful books. I have had these in storage since March, and opening each box was like going to an old friend's reunion.These are the only pics I have so far of the house, but if you want to see more, go here.
One of my most favourite parts of the weekend was The First Shop. My sister and I discussed my shopping list like it was a wedding registry or a five-year-old's first letter to Santa. I love the supermarket, in case you didn't know, and I always go down every aisle, and try every new product. Anyhoo even I had a heart attack when I saw the bill. Let's just say that for someone living on their own who buys their lunch every day it was somewhat high. Here is a pic of the trolley and see if you can guess what this cost me:
The receipt took whole minutes to come out of the till.
This is what it looks like in my beautifully organised pantry. I could look at this for hours. Date Man found the fact that all the labels turned outwards was an excellent indication of my personality.After all that shopping, this is what I had for my first dinner at my new house:
A burnt bacon and fried egg sandwich with 2 triple strength brandies. It was delicious. I shall leave you with some thoughts:
Weirdest thing I had to buy: Castors to stop my beds rolling across the polished wooden floors. Possibly not fun if I have a nocturnal visitor.
Item that brought me to tears: fucking fucking drying racks. Somehow I always manage to get myself tangled up in them and they fall over and poke me in the guts. I hate them.
Most expensive thing I bought at the supermarket: Instant coffee. I don't even like it that much.
Odd feeling when unpacking: coming across all the photos from my Sth America trip. Quickly put away in a dark corner to be looked at when ready.
Thing I love the most: my bathroom. It looks ridiculously cool.
Most useful house-hold item: Scissors. They haven't been out of my hands for days.
Quick 180: doing my first clothes wash and hanging it out was fun. Doing the sixth wasn't.
Best discovery of new house: There is a fully functional compost bin out the back. I don't quite know what to do with it, but am sure it will come in handy.
Can't wait for arrival of: new kitten - to be picked up from SPCA this Saturday. YAY!
1 comment:
This post is so great! Thanks for all the descriptions and photos. I'm glad it went well and that you're having fun. I'm envious of how organized your pantry is. Even your potatoes have their own little bins. Clearly I need to emulate that in some way in my own pantry.
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