A House to Call Home

Although we moved into our very own house in May, Josh and I still have a long way to go to make our house a home. For a long time, we were lacking kitchen chairs and had to use these hideous, metal, yellow folding chairs for seating, courtesy of my father. Other examples? We don't have a desk so the computer, (courtesy of Josh's parents), that I'm typing on right now is sitting atop a dresser from Wal-Mart that Josh bought his first year out of college. The only seat in our basement is the one I'm sitting on right now while I type on the computer that's sitting atop the dresser from Wal-Mart. And what I find most shocking is the fact that between the six years that Josh and I lived in separate houses/houses that were about to collapse/apartments/townhouses, neither of us ever found need to purchase a ladle. When it came time to feast on tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches a few weeks ago, we found ourselves in quite the conundrum as we pulled at least three different slotted spoons, but no ladle, out of the utensils drawer. And after debating the best strategy to get the soup out of the pan and into our bowls, we found that a one cup measuring cup did the job nicely.

All that being said, we are taking baby steps to make our house a home. The day after Thanksgiving shopping brought us many new gifts including Suds' first bed, accent pillows in the living room and new sheets for our otherwise drab looking bedroom. Our bedroom colors are inspired by one of the palettes from COLOURlovers, a website that I stumbled upon in the blogging world. And drumroll, please, my father, bless his heart, bought us new chairs to replace the yellow ones! Hooray! As for the ladle, they must be a hot commodity because we couldn't find one and we walked out of Target with a large stirring spoon. I guess that'll just have to be on the registry next year!