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Tuesday, 13 October 2009

  • Annnnddd....we're back!

    …phew!

    That’s all I can say about the past five days. After a fairly seamless flight from Victoria to Basel (16 hours later), it’s been a crazy time-warped adventure with frequent middle-of-the-night cartoons/snacking followed by somewhat groggy daytime trips through the beautiful city of Basel.

    The pictures of our home didn’t really do it justice and I was blown away when I walked through for the first time.  The place was bright, spotless, and already decked out with plants, some furniture/decor and all of the essentials. From the windex to the boys’ bathroom stepping stool, Tim didn’t forget a thing!  I seriously had to wipe a tear when I walked outside to find a beautiful large deck off the master bedroom and then saw the flowers on the kitchen counter.  What a guy.  And after spending two hours in my own personal hell yesterday (aka IKEA), I am now even more thankful for all his hard work in getting the home ready for our arrival.

    It will certainly take some time to replace all the furniture and decor we sold back in Canada but for now, we’re living with the basics and will slowly find pieces we like to add to our big open spaces! As I type this, the boys are watching The Last Unicorn in German while lounging on our only piece of furniture in the livingroom — a queen-sized mattress!  I still find it amusing that the boys want to watch movies in German. It started with the movie Cars, one of their all-time faves.  Our friends Martin and Anne (who lent us the TV and DVD player…oh, and the mattress) hooked us up with a few kids movies, one of them Disney’s Cars. It has three language options in the first menu and I was selecting English when Jack asked me to pick “the down part” (as in the German one at the bottom…yeah apparently we still need to learn some English, too).  So I did…and waited for one of them to say something but they didn’t!  The next day, Tim came over as they were both glued to the movie and asked them if they understood anything…”nope!”.  Alright then!  Let the immersion begin!

    There is so much I want to comment on that I think I need to start carrying my writing journal! Or a voice recorder. Wait! I have an iPhone! Oh blessed iPhone, how I love you.  Especially when you tell me how to get home. Or when you help me translate the gibberish on the washer and dryer so that I don’t have sopping wet clothes after every wash cycle (note to self: “ohne schleudern” = “without spin”).  Too bad I didn’t think of using you on my first solo grocery outing as I stood there perplexed by the myriad of cooking oils, desperately trying to find the sesame oil.  I am going to blame the fact that I came home with sunflower oil (complete with pictures of sunflower seeds on the label) on the jet-lag. Yes, definitely the jet-lag.

    So after an extended weekend with us, Tim returned to work this afternoon and it feels like we’re settling into a bit more of “normal” now.  I spent the afternoon cleaning, put a chicken stock on the stove, and am about to hit the bakery and grocery store for tonight’s dinner ingredients…like a real little housewife!

    Of course, that’s after I search the internet for recipes that use an abundance of sunflower oil.

Saturday, 19 September 2009

  • The "M" Word



    Today Tim and I sold or gave away every last one of our possessions, short of what fits into approximately six over-sized upright suitcases.

    No, I am not fulfilling Jesus' charge in Luke 18:22 to sell everything I own and give it to the poor...we're simply moving overseas.  Perhaps "simply" isn't quite the word but for some reason or another, everything is going just that way.

    It started with my furniture -- I thought it best to list that for sale immediately.  Even if we were nearly 2 months away from moving, I didn't want to be caught in a panic sale and be losing our shirts on some of our best assets.

    Then our entire bedroom set sold in one fell swoop. I rethought my earlier logic as we crawled into bed that night...on nothing but a Memory Foam mattress pad by candlelight.

    Shoot...probably should have held out on the lamps for a few more weeks.

    Next was my motorcycle. September is not a good time to sell a bike.  Wouldn't you know it, the first and only person who inquired fell madly in love with her! SOLD.

    Then came my livingroom furniture and my excessive amounts of home decor -- none of which will fit in a European-sized flat.  SOLD.

    After that, it was the expansive "I-used-to-weigh-40-pounds-more" wardrobe.  Nothing forces a good purge like a $3,000 shipping container.  SOLD.

    And on and on it went. Until I found myself this morning, surrounded by the remnants of my possessions and strangers dying to give me their money for the $2 bag of dinky cars and the $5 slightly-used towel set. SOLD.

    In hindsight, I don't think anything could prepare me any LESS for life in Switzerland than a good ol' North American garage sale.

    I think the average Swiss person would scoff in disbelief at the sheer chaos that took place this morning over mis-matched Mr. Potato Heads and a nearly-new potty.  In a country that doesn't have cracks in their sidewalks because it's just not "clean", I doubt they are lining up to rummage through their neighbours' junk pile. But here in Canada, we still love a good deal...and sometimes that means finding it scattered in a driveway and bartering the price down from 50 cents to 25.

    So I said farewell to weathered end tables, retired linens and a dusty CD collection that's been backed-up digitally and in storage for 4 years.  Doesn't sound like I sacrificed all that much.  And people gave me real money for this!

    Simple, right?

    Well, logistically-speaking, yes. It has been very simple. Too simple almost.  But one thing that will remain forever un-simple is leaving our family and friends. 

    I'm not sure my mind has really absorbed that one yet. With one part self-preservation, one part denial and the rest in straight-up fear, I've successfully shut out that thought process.  Successfully avoided the reality of what it means to say goodbye to familiar faces and historic friendships.  What it means to take my boys away from their grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins who they love so much, and are incredibly loved by. 

    But the gravity of it all will hit me eventually.  And I guarantee the tears will come. 

    Most likely while I'm hauling six oversized pieces of luggage and two jet-lagged toddlers into a new country, a new language and a new beginning.


Sunday, 30 August 2009

  • You Know You're A Mommy When...



    You Know You're A Mommy When...

    You scrape your toe on the pavement and are able to produce an antiseptic pad and Band-Aid with one reach into your larger-than-life purse.


    You Really Know You're A Mommy When...

    The Band-Aid you produce features a superhero.





    You Know You're A Mommy When...

    You pick up you digital camera to find that someone has been taking random photos when you weren't looking.

    Apparently Liam wasn't too pleased with being Jack's photo model!







Tuesday, 21 July 2009

  • A Second Chance

    It would appear I've come a long way from the reluctant secondhand shopper of recent posts.  In fact, I must confess that I have a hard time passing a Thrift store without stopping to browse the castaways.

    I recently scoured the abandoned goods at one of my fave shops and couldn't help but snap some photos of the real gems...




    Now you can eat your dinner AND look at a complete découpaged stranger.  I especially love the use of Jeremiah 29:11...oh He knows the plans alright! Plans to get rid of this monstrosity!





    This is a shout-out for Timothy.  Apparently there are (at least five) other people who also think that salad spinners are for pansies. Okay, maybe just for over-cluttered kitchens.  ;)



    All kinds of great reading material at your local thrift store!  Forget about Amazon...the books you've been looking for are all right here...

     

    If I only knew what it was, I'm sure I too would be simply Mad About Macrame.


    But alas,
    the visit wasn't a total waste. I snagged a great little glass jar to house my Q-tips and cotton balls -- for two bucks!




    And just like that, my faith is renewed. Enough to suck me into the next thrift store I stumble upon!




    And if that wasn't dangerous enough, I've also been browsing the local buy & sell websites.  Although it takes a lot of patience, I've scored a few great finds in recent days.


    On the very day I bought this chair for $15...




    ...I got an email from Etsy.com featuring a furniture seller in the US with this chair for $400!




    Looks pretty similar to me! Other than the fact that my reupholster job will actually look like it's been reupholstered.  Not just preserved...


    And now the big question...to paint or not to paint?


    I originally meant to buy this hutch without the table/chairs but got a smoking deal on both. My plan was to paint the hutch white on the outside and a blue/green on the inside. Sort of cottage-chic, if you will. But now, I'm not sure painting the table and chairs is such a good idea. It's a very cool 50's set that could be reupholstered in a wicked Amy Butler print, restoring it to all it's former (but much cooler) glory.  Only problem is, my style isn't jiving with the post-modern d
    écor...




        

    What do you think?


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