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I Spy…Around My New House
My schedule looks like I’m preparing for war. Or uniquely timing my battle strategy plans to the minute. You’d think I’d have more time being self employed and all – no in fact. So, my best friend of a mother who is in Nor Cal called and scheduled all of the contractors, electricians and all the other important people that need to make sure my new house is in tip top shape for me. I gave her access to my Google calendar and she wrote back, “Oh my!!!…” as she stared at my very, structured and color coded life.
Green for house stuff, gray for Silver Spoon Studio work, Yellow for Diana Elizabeth Photography and pink for my personal stuff.
The house is really perfect to move in. However, me being, well me, wants quite a few things done, naturally. As six hopeful gentleman came through the doors of my house (not to date me or bring me a rose, but to be selected for their talented services), I walked around with my iPhone and snapped a few details here and there of the home to share. Thanks mom for planning my life for the next few weeks.
No, you won’t get photos until it’s done. Sorry. No one takes a photo of themselves before they go into surgery for a facelift, do they? *wink*
Row 1: A sign I designed with one of my favorite scriptures, printed by WHCC. It’s just a reminder to me that I have been given a lot, and that all that has been given to me comes at price – to be responsible with what has been given to me. Look at my mail slot! So cute! I sent myself a test letter to make sure the mail system worked. Or maybe it was to make sure my mail slot worked.
Row 2: Back in the day they used to delivery milk through this little door. Cute, right? There’s my little doorbell.
Row 3: My kitchen island. Starbucks. Protein Plate. Business cards to give to all the guys coming through giving me estimates for the little redos.
Row 4: Painted this with chalkboard paint on masonite. Was inspired by this pretty kitchen by Urban Grace Interiors who I constantly stalk for decorating ideas. There’s my kitchen island from another angle with my lists of things to get done for the handymen, and another list for my friend’s husbands & boyfriends, and a stack of file folders for every room in my home with dimensions, magazine tear outs and all the details.
I swear I’m not OCD by the way. Honestly. I’m just organized – as one should be running two businesses. I can’t waste a second of time or make multiple trips. I should also say there is nothing wrong with being OCD.
The other day the UPS guy came and I had a blank stare at the box when I opened the door. “I’m just trying to figure out what I bought,” I said. He laughed and shook his head, then laughed as he walked back to his truck. (It was my Pottery Barn wall sconce.) Yesterday he came again and had a HUGE box and I was on speaker with a conference call and I whispered, “What is that?” and again, he laughed. I sure hope my new home is in his route. (They were my Tabouret 30-inch metal bar stools if you were wondering.)
Diana Elizabeth has suddenly found Home Depot to be an enjoyable shopping experience like Anthropologie. Instead, she is dressing up her home.