Monday, April 4, 2011

I've never been so happy to see a fridge in my life...

Yeah, I know, such a lamo statement. But jay-zus, it's true!

This weekend was truly momentous. We finally moved into our new home!!!!

4 long months in the making, living out of suitcases, duffel bags, backpacks and Woolworths green bags, like crazy travelling gypsies, crashing at family members' houses, impinging on their lives, leaving behind us a trail of nappy wipes, footy boots and OPI nail polish ( seriously, I love that stuff).


OVER! OVER FOR GOOD!

With every box that was unpacked, I felt a weight being lifted from my shoulders. Therapeutic. Joygasmic. That big-ass Samsonite suitcase? I kicked it's ass at approximately 4pm on Sunday. Gonzo. Ciao, Ciao, see ya later.

Papadada and I were blessed to have an elite team of movers on hand to help. My parents, my sister and her hubster, my grand parents, and my in-laws. All had different duties, ranging from heavy lifting to Sticky Baby wrangling.

My mother truly missed her calling in life and should be named Australia's leading Professional Organiser. The woman is a machine. With every movement, with every swift Stanley-knife manoeuvre, with every flourish of her Spray & Wipe bottle, my life felt a little more settled, a little more....exhale. Thank you mum. Our closets never looked so Martha Stewart-esque. Our kitchen looks like something out of a glossy magazine.

Friday night, we kicked off the working bee with a paint-off in Sticky Baby's future bedroom. The previous owners had it painted a vibrant fuchsia pink. Yeah...not gonna work....So, the sis, the bro-in-law, Papadada and I put paint brush to paint pot and did an award-winning paint job. Looks killer. But this is what it looked life before..

My brother in law demonstrating that men, no matter how seemingly mature, 
will ALWAYS find drawing boobies hilarious.

I know you're going to hate me for not posting an 'after photo', but I promise, it's on it's way!

And can I just say that this whole moving in experience was also like a giant shopping spree bonanza. You see, after we were married, we had to box all of our beautiful gifts and put them in storage, seeing we were still living in France and had no desire to spend a year's wages on international shipping. So the better part of Saturday morning was spent squealing with rapture as I peeled away delicate tissue paper to reveal the most exquisite Villeroy and Boch platters and dishes. Uh-huh. I know. Not only that, but towel after towel of gorgeous Sheridan goodness, sheet sets with enough thread count to make the Egyptians cringe, and glass wear that made Sticky Baby run for the hills when he saw the look of 'you better never touch these' on my face. Designer toasters and Jamie Oliver crock pots amid french silver ware and Tupperware. Yep, oodles and oodles of good stuff for the casa. JOY!

Please forgive me for being a little MIA on the ol' blog lately. Again. But now you know why. And I promise there will be pictorials to make you go ooh and aah as soon as we have Internet hooked up in the new digs.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to roll around in discarded bubble wrap and collapsed cardboard moving boxes. Yeeeeeeeewwwww!

3 comments:

Natalie said...

Congrats on finally moving in your new house, thst is so exciting. and seriously why do men find boobies so darn funny.....

michaela said...

Congratulations!

x S.K.K x said...

Congratulations on the new house! Enjoy the first special moments!

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