Quick Update

We are officially squatting! We have yet to have internet connected and are spending our days moving/ unpacking, so these posts will be a bit fewer and far between for awhile. But here's some of what's going on:

Lexington Packed Up

It's Here.

Tonight when Mr. Squatter gets off of work, he is driving home in the company's giant box truck. You know what that means: WE ARE MOVING INTO THE SQUAT. For the next couple (rainy) days we will be loading/unloading, fighting, and crying. I'm not even being negative here, just realistic. Moving SUCKS.

Anyway, here's what's happened in the last few days. Excuse the crappy phone pictures. I misplaced my camera, then forgot to put a memory card in it when I finally found it and took it over to the GS.

This is the previously mentioned doorway shelf in the kitchen, shown with a sample of my faux exposed brick. Obviously when it's done the entire wall will be covered, and the tones will be on the orange-y side, not the pinkish of the test panel. I just used what we had laying around.

The Cupboards were Bare

The countdown is on! We drop off our first month's rent and get our keys (or key code, as the case may be) on Thursday or Friday. Then it's a week of painting, measuring and many trips to ReStore. 

We got boxes and packing materials from a Twitter buddy over the weekend, and have been busy at work since. The walls are bare, the cupboards are empty, and the nearby Goodwill is overflowing with our discarded stuff. Looks like we won't be cooking for the next few days. This week's food is all gonna be comprised of our last meals from our favorite neighborhood restaurants. Honestly, the thought of no longer being down the street from Super Torta and their amazing staff and pico makes me want to cry. But I guess part of moving is finding a new burrito joint where they know your order based off of your phone number showing up on the caller ID. I don't think anyone will ever be able to tease me as well as those guys, though. I love you, Super Torta!

This is how it began.

Before we even viewed our new house, we knew it was going to take a lot of work. When we post pictures of the place you will all definitely think we've lost our minds, and my dad will probably insist we back out on our lease immediately. We, however could not be more excited. We have something better than a blank canvas; sometimes what a person does to a canvas actually make it look worse. What we have is a graffiti-covered canvas that can only get better.

We signed the lease last Friday afternoon, and Josh quickly learned to ignore the flood of emails I send him, containing paint color ideas, plans for new headboards and questions about ceiling tiles. I've spent a ridiculous amount of time perusing webpages for ideas, and already have so many plans for the bathroom that we'll have to redo it every 6 months to use them all. Many of the ideas are unrealistic; they're great in theory, but in execution have the potential to look very "Trading Spaces" DIY.