At Least One Room is Done...

This past weekend we moved into our new house. Moving has been an stressful interesting exprience for me. I love our new house, though. So far we are adjusting much better than the dogs, who happen to be the world's biggest wusses. We have an alarm that goes off when the door opens and you would think someone is administering an electric shock to them each time. Surely, they will get over this, right?

The only room that is together and unpacked is ironically our kitchen. (Thanks so much Mom, Al, Mrs. F and Mary Ann!) You know how I am such a huge cook and all. I find myself gravitating here because it is orderly and put together, so maybe there is hope for me.

I especially love that we have a bar. Our parents were sweet enough to get us barstools for our housewarming gift! And a special thanks to my brother-in-law for putting them together.

At our old house the finishes are all brushed nickel. Here they are oil rubbed bronze. I am just going to embrace that our accessories don't match. They are close enough to stainless steel....

My sister, the organizing extraordinaire, came over and absolutely rocked my cabinets and pantry. Also, I appear to have every serving piece known to man.

I also have a penchant for overbuying on cleaning supplies. It is like a little general store in my laundry room.

I hope to post more room pics soon...maybe that will motivate me to actually unpack some boxes! XOXO!