The Waiting is the hardest part, (until the renovations begin)

image from here.

We're waiting to hear if our offer is accepted on a small home nearby. Not to jump the gun, or anything, but we've already gone to Home Depot to price flooring, bathroom fixtures, patio stones, and appliances. Hopefully, it will all work out. In the meantime, I've got Martha Stewart, Jonathan Adler, and Bob Villa on standby.

Our definition of Home

Build a photobooth, we will come. May '11, after  a crazy 12 hours on the beach.

     A few days ago, my mom moved to Houston, Texas from Atlanta, Georgia. It's a funny feeling to not have a reason to occasionally visit the city where I was born and raised. Over the past four years, I'd escape to Atlanta for some R&R. A visit to mom meant I'd eat good food, do some good shopping, and stock up on shampoo. I still called Atlanta "home," because that's where mommy was.
   Now that I'm an adult (how did that happen?) and married, my definition of home has to change. To be fair, I haven't really lived in Atlanta for about 11 years. Greensboro felt temporary. Every day Shawn and I look around us we ask ourselves, "how did we get there?" It honestly feels like vacation, but its home. To me, home is where my Hubby is. And Bully. Now, can I get a million dollars so we can buy a Victoria Park home?


Looted

With our stuff.

  On the way to Florida we pick up my mom's breakfront and dining room table. These things are probably over 40 years old and solidly built. I'm glad that I can have them in my possession and little Shawlani willl grow up looking at the plates and opening the drawers. Just like I did.

I kept a couple of Atlanta plates. My parents used to sell these at our Underground Atlanta store, before I was born. I get a kick out of the pics of the Omni, Fulton County Stadium, and the Scream Machine. Oooooold school.

Have the best time in Houston, Mommy!

Some homespun comfort

The hubbs & I are spending a few days with my mom. We are eating a lot and doing some window shopping. We hit up all the usual spots, like the Buford Highway Farmer's market, the most awesome grocery store. I love the Russian candy aisle. I will also visit 2 of the 3 Anthros in the city. I just can't stay away.

My mom's place is like a B&B, except there is a spread for every meal. There is so much food here. We are pampered. There's just a certain something about seeing mommy. You get your batteries recharged. Maybe this is where I have learned the desire to feed people.

Also, this place is like a Bath & Body works. There are lotions soaps everywhere. I'm stocking up!

Off to Fellini's!