We have spent now about two full months in our new place. There are a few pieces yet that don't have a designated spot, but it is all-around definitely starting to feel like home. We have a basement that I'm already eyeing as a cool, relaxation place for the summer evenings. We have our own garage that connects inside, so we don't have to bring in groceries in the rain.
We have some south-facing windows.
Our bedroom window is twice as wide as our old one, and we haven't gotten around to buying curtains yet. These windows were lovely at first, allowing light in as the days grew longer. When that first Saturday morning came, sunlight seemed to blast through the blinds like they weren't there.
After a few days in a row of this, Andy had an idea. I heard grunts from the other room and came to investigate.
Now, that is a heavy blanket--note the bending of the thin curtain rod that was left behind by the previous tenant. It was maybe not the best choice of blankets, but it was a good solution. However, I still couldn't stop giggling at the sad noises as he fought with it, a flailing lump under a heavy blanket.
He paused to peek out from beneath the blanket and I snapped this one.
Followed by the innocent, "What?"
We'll get around to curtains at some point. Right now, I'm inclined to leave the blankets up a little while longer, just because they make me smile.
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