Making our house our home

Last month has been all about getting shelves up and stuff out of boxes and slowly making our house our home. This house is a cream-white box. On a friend´s suggestion I accepted it as a frame for all the color me would bring in. I started with swaping fridge-cold light bulbs for their warmer yellow version, got in some circles and curves among the canvas of perpendicular bars, grids and tiles, and we did some doodling too, with friends.

haircut

There came a request for short hair, coming from the girls, and because of the little inhabitants on our heads and those of many schoolmates, I did not think twice, grabed my scissors and water spray and started the fun on our little balcony. I was not alowed to come close to Coline´s fringe - "big girls do not have short fringe" - as she recently found out that you do not get rid of it by cutting it down to the scalp, you actually have to let it grow. This is exactely what she is in the process of, becoming a big,  fringeless little girl. Cutting their hair is for me a slightly stressful experience. I am generally granted a maximum of 3 snaps before they start moving around and running away, but I did manage some sort of symetry and even a drop of creativity on Leila´s hair. When requested again, I will abide.

and we´re back! except, we moved

This is it, our new home, big, white and square. One thing for sure, THERE IS GOING TO BE SO MUCH LIGHT, and so we are loving it for that. 

We had no regret at saying goodbye to the mold, although it did come along with us, in every page of every book, in the heart of our bed mattresses, in the wood of our wardrobes, which a carefully selected bunch of amateur geologists took down so many steps from the morro down to the sunny side of town. Slowly the sun and the air of September dried it out, hopefully for good, or at least for most of each year. 

The tropical forest that I squeezed in a few car trips has not found its way out the pots yet, the soil is still too dry, and to my dismay, covered in a roundup ready thick grass coat (can you believe MY own garden will have to grow over a pesticide contaminated soil?) So for now the kids are sliding it down until the carboard boxes get thin as paper, or the dogs tear it down to pieces. One shelf, one breakfast, one silly dance, one homework on the big table, one moonrise at a time, we are inhabiting this new home.