With the goal being to actually move into my cute little house by Christmas, I figured that putting up the tree–fake as it is, and some decorations might just light a fire under the project.
I could only find a few of the boxes but it had just enough stuff in it to give the place a little Christmas sparkle.
Rhen found a few of his decorations for the tree.
You know, the important ones.
In the end it was just enough. So now we have a couch and a Christmas tree.
A couple of beds would probably be good.
Working on it.
Normally, I wouldn’t be going to the great, huge doTERRA Employee Christmas Party, but because my cute son works there, AND he isn’t embarrassed to hang out with his mom–I got to go!!
The food was incredible, and sincerely, I could have gotten about a boat load of the Spinach Artichoke Dip–hiding under the chips. It was wonderful and I swear, I’m going to learn how to make that stuff. Yummo.
The entertainment was a fabulous guy group called GenTri. Yeah, look them up. All the pictures I took of them were blurry because…well because I take lame pictures sometimes when I’m eating Spinach Artichoke Dip. Fact.
The owners gave away presents for about an hour and then they said, “Your dessert is under your seats.” White chocolate popcorn, a gourmet chocolate toffee cookie, and a lemon bar. Dang. Dang. Dang.
It’s been a lonnnnng time since I’ve been to a company Christmas party. It was perfect. And when we came back out to the car about 6 inches of snow had fallen. Magical.
Thanks Rhenny boy.
I love you.
I got brave one day about a week before Christmas and decided the bedroom carpet had to go too. It was the ugliest burnt orange piece of nastiness. Luckily, I knew there was hardwood underneath it, but I almost didn’t care. It was too gross to stay. But as you can see, even though the pad was much newer than the mummified stuff in the front room, it was still old and creepy and…this time…
wherever it was deteriorating, it stuck to the floor.
No, no…I’m not kidding. It was really stuck. But I’m a sturdy mountain woman…
so I got out the equally sturdy shop vac and scraped and hosed it all up.
I’m certain that someone much smarter and waaay more savvy about such things would have told me not to do it this way. But you know, whoever that was, wasn’t here and I was actually feeling pretty dang clever.
And this time, I dragged the creepy orange carpet outside myself. We’ll talk about the ugly porch rock some other time.
Of course, I get that it needs the tack strips yanked off and a good, hard scrubbing…
anything beats burnt orange…shag.
You know I’m right.
I positively adore that when it snows at my place…
it makes everything look so Christmasy.
Like I’ve been whisked away to a ski lodge high up in the mountains.
The backyard is an untouched wonderland…
and the shed looks positively buried.
Apparently some creature has found it’s way here. Dog? Cat? Raccoon? The mailman?
We’ll never know.
Here’s hoping the white stuff stays til Christmas.
Every time I come over to the house to just “hang out” I’m excited to see what has happened since I’ve been here last.
Baseboards are being cut and painted.
The back bedroom is getting a few more coats of paint.
There’s a pretty little corner turning thingy that’s awesome…
and even a new beam separating the kitchen and the living room.
So much stuff that may seem little, but I’ll certainly never take it for granted again.
Our goal is to be in by Christmas.
Do wish us luck!