Pictures - Finally

I was recently culling through some work data, and discovered a statistic that bloggers wish that they had more time to blog (or something like that). I completely feel that way; the blogging has suffered a lot over the past month.

But never fear, my home PC is assembled (for now, until I need to move it again, or until it gasps its' last breath and bursts into flames), and I've uploaded all of my pictures. These aren't the most current - I've started acquiring a few new pieces of furniture, have hung stuff up on the walls, rearranged a bit. But, this gives you an idea of how my place looks. I also have a bunch of entries that need to be written and will fill in with more pictures over the next few days (Labor Day, yeah!).


The kitchen, all important:




The living room. I'm wavering between painting the fireplace wall a dark plum with undertones of blue OR a burnt orange. Thoughts, anyone? Eventually a flat-screen TV will replace Audrey above the fireplace.




And, the night of move in, standing on the roof top deck, holding the all-important bottle of bubbly, with the city view behind me. Unfortunately, it's a bit dark and you can't see much of the view. The next two pictures, with sunset as a backdrop, show off the view quite nicely. Alan is in the first one, Aaron and Pete (who obviously weren't paying attention when I said, "hey, look, I'm taking a picture") are in the second, nicely framing the Space Needle.

Still Alive...

So after writing an entry about the move, sending an e-mail out announcing both my new address and the link to this blog, I have utterly, completely, absolutely failed to do anything with my blog. I have been BUSY, a pitiful excuse, but a valid one. To give you an idea of how busy I've been, I haven't responded to any of the e-mails I received from friends/family catching up with news of their lives (I am SO sorry), I haven't balanced my checkbook in about a month and I'm just behind. Of course, I have other excuses too, a long weekend in the Bay Area for Tricia and James' wedding (great cocktails cake!), the business of settling into a new home, visitors, some project stuff at work ramping up into high-speed mode, evenings not at home, but no more excuses. I am back, more disciplined.

I think.

An update on the home. Thus far, I've picked up a bunch of paint chips and have pondered colors. Aaron has promised to help me (I'm ready anytime, dear). I ordered West Elm's vertical book shelf, specifically for my cookbooks and a regular book shelf. I also just ordered another book shelf, this time for my books. I bought a mattress at IKEA for the murphy bed. I am looking for lighting, a kitchen table and a gas grill. I've begun to decorate. It's all good.

I'm also missing a box. I've known for a while that my pot holders were nowhere to be found, and have recently noticed some other missing stuff. My 12-cup muffin tin, also known as a crucial tool for baking cupcakes. A Le Creuset Emile baking dish (I seem to be cursed with this size baking dish, which is perfect for brownies, cakes and lasagna; years ago, I bought a beautiful blue pyrex 9x12 baking dish, which was lost too). My blue apron embroidered with "Schelley Master Chef". A few kitchen towels. And possibly my pizza stone. Either the box fell off of the truck, or it's one among the six boxes that I think are all books.

Rachel has the honor of being my first official guest, giving me a great excuse to have a small little dinner party. I went Spanish, with gazpacho and a frittata. A delicious stone fruit tart was dessert, and before dinner, cheese (of course, because it's Spanish, Drunken Goat and because I love it, Humboldt Fog), olives and bread. The very excellent Brown Eyed Girl Ale was brought, and we drank Goats do Roam Rose with dinner.

The next night, we made pizza, shopping at the local farmer's market for vegetables. I opened up a very tasty 2004 Unti Sangiovese (Dry Creek Valley), which I had been saving for a pizza night.

Pictures of my place will be posted soon, I promise. Cross my heart.