On houses

Another bid, another waiting game.

Who said buying a home was fun?

Actually, I don't think anyone has ever said that to me. People have said it's exciting. But to me, this type of "excitement" is giving me ulcers.

I just want to be able to find the house we love and BUY it.

That shouldn't be too hard, right?

I'm so anxious over this whole process.

Our realtor has five or six more houses to look at tomorrow since the owners of the house we put an offer on don't want to close until May and we don't want to wait to close. Tonight I will mentally prepare with wine and my needle and thread.

I've got about 75 yo-yos that are BEGGING to be turned into necklaces and bobbies and a bottle of Shamong Red that is BEGGING to be consumed.

Change is a-coming

Well.

Here I am, friends. Popping up under a new name. Change is certainly coming; change is good, and I'm ready to put into plan something I have been thinking about for a good long while.

I'm only just now putting the pieces in place.

I have a plan.

I have never, ever been so anxious (in a good way) and I am positively buzzing with energy.

You might be curious, so here's a hint:

Maybe it doesn't make much sense now, but I promise you it will soon.

This is my new home on the interwebs (well, one of my new homes...details all in good time). My new home to write about life, my mini-me, crafting, wedding planning, DIY, pretty little things and the small joys that make life beautiful.

Buckle up, friends. This is about to be some ride.