Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Dream House

When we bought our current home, I was elated. It's so cute, with the brick front, pond view, bay window, vaulted ceilings. It was easily the 25th house we'd seen and when we walked in I knew it was the one. 

Now that the kids are teenagers, and since I work from home, this house is getting too small. We have a living room, eat-in kitchen, and three bedrooms. No office and no family room for the kids to hang in with their friends. And frankly I'm tired of them hogging the tv. 

Not long after we moved in, a house across the pond went up for sale. We toured it with a friend who was house shopping and we loved it, but we had a new home we were very happy with. 

Recently, now a few years later, the house went on the market again. Matt and I started daydreaming about moving over there, having a loft and an extra family room and almost twice the square footage... So we checked the price. The payment would have been about $150 more a month, and we'd still have our great neighborhood and a deck and the view of our little pond!

I excitedly wrote a late night email to our realtor and against my better judgement started planning to move my office to that lovely loft area and mentally making a list of things to do to prep our house for listing. 

The next morning the realtor informed me that there was already an accepted offer on the perfect house. 

But we were already anticipating the relief of having space for these darn teens! So we started looking online for other homes. But nothing is out there with our essential list of features: same neighborhood, pond view, deck, extra space, minimal price increase. Those are all required items to get us to leave our cozy, wonderful, but slightly too-small home. And so we decided to stay. 

And a week later, I'm seeing my home with new appreciation. I don't have a separate office, or an extra family room, but I can't imagine leaving my deck with a view, the light fixtures we carefully selected and/or spray painted, our tulip tree, and our little bay window. This is home. At least until that house is on the market again. 

In the meantime, as I often do, I've decided we need more organization and then it won't feel so small. So last week, without measurements or planning or any of those time-wasters, I headed to Home Depot for supplies. 

And with only one extra trip back for exchanges and only one set of incorrectly drilled holes, I have painted our master closet and installed shelves to replace the bookshelf I stuck in there. We also added track lights to fully illuminate all the clothes I have that don't fit. 

This one minimal before and after pic truly doesn't do it justice, but you can see that the storage is much improved, and I love going in there for clothes now! It's so clean and bright! 

I'm so handy!  And my husband is getting really good at replacing light fixtures. This makes #5 so far. 

That house needs to get listed because I'm running out of lights to replace.  

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Everything I Knew Was Wrong.

It all started a few weeks ago. I went to the doctor for an annual visit, and was weighed and measured as usual. As the nurse/medical assistant logged my stats, she said aloud, "5 foot four and a half." 

I came home and told Matt about her ineptitude at measuring people, and he scoffed at me.

Indignantly I told him I was 5'6". It's even on my license. I offered to show him.

Matt was unconvinced and grabbed a tape measure. He confirmed it- 5' 4.5"

I've believed my entire life I was 5'6". I sadly changed my height on my weight watchers profile and mourned the change in my healthy weight range.

A few weeks later I was reading  my favorite blog, Brittany Herself. She posted  a video about bra sizes. It is posted below. If you are a lady, please watch.

It's basically about how what most women know as their bra size is wrong. I measured myself according to the directions and it said I was a 32 L.

I've believed for years I was a 34 D. I had all the symptoms the video describes as wearing an ill-fitting bra (dents in my shoulders, center part doesn't touch your body, back pain, etc.).

For fact checking purposes I went to Victoria's Secret, the place I've bought all my bras for years. I tried on the largest cup- 34 DDD. I spilled out the top and sides just like in my 34 D but slightly less so.

I always thought that my issues with fit were just part of life if you are busty. I had no idea I was wearing the wrong size!

 The sales lady came to the fitting room and I explained that it was too small.

"Yeah, you are probably a double F. You should go to Nordstrom."

I went. And tried on a variety of sizes. I left with a few size 34 H bras that fit well, all items fully contained. I no longer have to adjust throughout the day, tuck things back in, or worry about how things look. It's awesome!

I'm converted. I'm ordering more online tonight. And I've got a bunch of 34 Ds if anyone's interested. ;)

Watch the video here: