miles to go

Over the past few days and nights, I haven’t had one moment to scribble out anything other than to-do lists, and that’s okay because John and I have accomplished quite a bit. Our things won’t arrive from Dallas for several weeks (because I haven’t packed the first box), so I’m hanging out in our new home, sleeping on a mattress on the floor, sitting in old leather chairs that desperately need to be re-worked (but I like the battered feel of them), and unpacking kitchen items moved from our tiny house down the street (that will soon become a rental). I am basically excited, overwhelmed, astonished that we are really making this happen.

And we are all exhausted. Miles to go before I sleep and all that.

exhausted Lucy

exhausted Lucy, exhausted chair

But mainly I am excited.

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

 

New house. Crazy busy.

This is an exciting and busy time for John and me. We close on our new (old) Fayetteville house today which I know we will love, love, love. I say old because it was built in 1876! We are fortunate to have found it thanks to our amazing realtor-friend, Paula Larson of Crye-Leike, who has our back, knows what we like and is willing to put up with us. (If you have real estate needs in NW Arkansas, I highly recommend Paula!)

our new house in Fayetteville!

Also, we have a contract on our beloved Dallas house. I don’t want to jinx it (knock-on-wood), so that’s all I will say about that.

And I have an editor! I will be working with a professional editor in December (she’s in high demand and has edited books for one of my favorite authors). My manuscript is in her hands. This makes me nervous-excited.

Everything seems to be falling into place.

The next few weeks will be crazy busy with Arkansas Women Blogger University coming up in Rogers. (I’m in charge of Instagram, so be expecting a flurry of IG-ing. And, if you aren’t following me on Instagram, I hope you will.) Then I’ll be back in Dallas packing up Worth Street to move our belongings to Fayetteville. By the time this all happens, it will officially be Fall. Football. Tailgating. I have a few Razorback football tickets. WPS!

I’ve joined both Ozark Writers League and Ozark Creative Writers and look forward to getting involved.

Lots going on. All good things:)

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

 

Things we find. Things we keep.

Decluttering a house to sell and move is time consuming work. It is also entertaining, like signing on for an unintentional treasure hunt.

Here are a few of the interesting (to me) things I’ve found while cleaning and packing.

My original Cinderella watch.

my Cinderella watch

I’ve had this watch since I was about six years old, but I haven’t seen it in years and years. It came with a porcelain Cinderella figurine (long gone). I found this in Kelsey’s jewelry box. Somehow it migrated from the Bat Cave.

And what a landslide of memories.

While cleaning out Kelsey’s closet (which was originally Tate’s until Kelsey left for college), I had completely forgotten we marked height inside on the door frame. Tate’s height dated 10/06/2003 was 4’4″. He was ten years old. I showed this to him a couple of weeks ago, and of course we measured him again for old time’s sake. Now at age twenty-one, his mark is way above Kelsey’s highest mark (taken in 2006).

The new owner will have to paint over this because I can’t.

growth chart

I also found these photo strips. John and I never pass up silly photo booths. These go back to before we were married.

our photos through the years

Left-to-right from younger days to most recent. My favorite is the one that includes Tate.

Grace Grits and Gardening

Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

“Change is like that: you are no longer where you were; you are not yet where you will get; you are nowhere exactly.”
― Lionel Shriver

Musical Pairing:

Fleetwood Mac – Landslide