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Milk Bottle

We found this little treasure under our porch last weekend:

Milk Bottle

It was tucked away, quietly sleeping under our porch for probably, say, 60 or 70 years until my husband decided he’d like to drive a ’57 Chevy under our porch and opened up the space beneath the porch (yes, with a chain saw) to make use of the vast area as storage area. The project started off, as they all do, with very simple intentions. The first order of business was to enlist the help of Robert the Bug Guy to help us remove a family of skunks who made their way under the porch. That process took a few weeks and finally with the skunks MIA it was time to open up the porch. After a few weekends of very hard work while I ran around with the kids to keep them occupied, my husband created an unbelievable amount of storage–the entire length of the front of the porch–complete with lighting and a gravel floor. It’s a great haven for our seasonal decor. Not only did we get the treasure of storage, I got the present of a 1940s vase.

 Cleaned Up!

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Shuffled Some Numbers Around

We moved some numbers around and to sum it up much like a camera only fits so much in the lens, we’ve found a new home. I’ll dismiss the mundane details of the insurmountable-at-times feat of moving four people from a nest they were well-burrowed in for over a decade.

We sold our Des Plaines home in two days. I will always remember walking through our Show Home and wondering just who lived here. We felt a bit like nomads. Our picture of the three of us pre-child-number-two was replaced with a random Vintage postcard from Venice. Kindergarten photographs were replaced with stock images. Cousins turned into framed strangers. But our house looked great. Part of me reveled in the absolute lack of clutter…clean cabinets for the Site Seeing Snoopers. Perfectly filed closets and silverware drawers. Every little nit was in place. While we unclenched ourselves from our home, we didn’t have any mental capacity to think about making our next house a home. There simply were too many details to attend to.

Our Zippy Trailer with the mess of our belongings was docked and loaded in some warehouse in some part of the city. To be honest I could have cared less if we ever saw it again. School registration papers were shoved in a manila envelope with a Sharpie warning, “IMPORTANT!!!” We felt a bit like the Engine that Could–one step at a time, we think we can we think we can we think we can. A goal we set four years ago was in the making and we shuffled some numbers around and made it happen. From 1031 to 113, new street, new town, new start.

Thanks Sister for the Wreath

Here is a peek inside, untouched, ready for us to make it our own:

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