One week till we move in. One. (EEEEEEK!!!)
So much has happened in the last five days. The flooring was laid. The countertops installed. The light fixtures hung.
Y’all… the harmony, the rhythm, the texture of it all.
It’s like a symphony. It’s like some poetic promise was poured through my dreams into a reality beyond beautiful. The perfect notes curled into the perfect chords to create the perfect composition.
So much depth. So much light. So much energy.
I can’t even.
So just look…
So now come all the finishing touches. The rest of the paint, too. (No, that Great Room in the distance of the first picture is not staying yellow.)
And the kitchen backsplash is being laid. And the shower fixtures are being installed. The tub is in place, but not anchored in. The same with the console sink in the powder bath. And the mirrors will be hung and the appliances slid into place.
Well, except for the ovens. The double ovens, scheduled for pickup and install yesterday, are now not coming in until July.
Cue the scratching hiss of a needle on spinning vinyl… The one major hitch in our harmony.
No ovens for at least six weeks.
Thankfully, I’ll have a cooktop on the island. We’ll be doing lots of saucepan suppers. But hey, who bakes in the heat of the summertime in the south anyways?
And as long as I have them in time for a gazillion batches of cookies for the football players come fall, I can take this in stride.
Still, the fact that we move in next Friday — one week from today — with the help of a slew of football players who will be richly rewarded this fall when those double ovens finally do come in — is music to my ears.