A Moving Experience

We’re moving house very shortly. It isn’t the first move we’ve made and I doubt it will be the last, but it is the first time we’ll be moving into a house we both decided on. Before we got married, we lived in a place he rented and after we got married we moved into the house I bought years before we met.

Today we braved Ikea and bought some storage boxes. We’re hiring a moving company to do the heavy lifting but we’re taking a chance on moving the smaller things ourselves. We’ll do a few runs to the new house, emptying the contents of the boxes there and returning to refill and repeat the process.

While we think we don’t have a lot of stuff, especially since we’ve been doing a lot of decluttering and passing along things we don’t need any more to those who are delighted to get them, we still have a lot of things. Books we love, clothes we need and household objects that are both sentimental and useful-for some reason we have acquired a lot of decanters.

I didn’t follow the Konmari method as strictly as her book recommends, mainly because I knew we’d be moving house so I saw no reason to empty the contents of my current home before the move. I’ve already found one library book I’d written off as lost, so I’m expecting similar things to turn up unexpectedly during this Moving Experience.

One thing I have realised is that, within reason, where we live doesn’t matter because the most important thing will always come with me. The rest is just, well, stuff, and while I’d miss things like the furniture we picked out after we got married and the books we’ve both spent years accumulating, virtually everything is replaceable. So while packing up this stuff is important, the main Moving Experience will be the adventure of living in a new house with the person I love.

A Moving Experience

Doctor, Doctor

I’ve mentioned my use of Dr. Bronner liquid soap to clean my makeup brushes. It’s also a nice addition to a bath or the rinse cycle of a washing machine. I’ve used the same cleanser and toner for about ten years now, made by another doctor, Dr. Hauschka. I’ve occasionally tried a different cleanser but I always come back to the soothing cleansing milk and the facial toner. I have to admit I stick with this toner because it’s so easy to use-spray it on, pat it and you’re done, without the need for cotton pads to swab my face.

Having browsed the clothes shops for the two new cardigans I really do need, I gave up on clothes. I’ve been meaning to try a body oil for a while and as yesterday was payday I decided to treat myself. I bought the lemon lemongrass body oil and used it this morning. It smells divine and the scent lingers in a pleasant way. I’m not into homeopathy at all, and I don’t really buy into a lot of the claims made by the brand, but I do love their products and this body oil will be in regular use purely based on how nice it feels and smells.

Doctor, Doctor

When A Lady Needs A Friend

Friends are very important to Marjorie. She firmly, but kindly, tells her readers to put their hats on and go right out and make some friends if they’re newly arrived in a place where they don’t know anyone. It can be difficult to keep friendships going as you get older, I’ve found. Life seems to be very busy and increasingly complicated for many and it can be difficult to divide up your time between competing demands and still have some down time. However, whenever I meet up with a friend I haven’t seen in a long time I always come away vowing to do better and not let so much time pass.

This weekend one of my oldest and dearest friends was back in town and we had a delightful time catching up. I think one of the nicest things about having a shared history with someone are the laughs you have over the “Do you remember?” stories, of which we have many. We’ve very organically moved on from nights spent drinking cocktails and dancing to good (bad) music to dinner and wine, but we managed to squeeze in some cocktails and time on the dancefloor and it made some amazing new memories that I know will feature in our “Do you remember?” chats in years to come.

We ate in The Green Hen which I can highly recommend. We were accommodated without a booking on a busy evening and treated very well by the staff. I can recommend the raspberry bellini and the flirtini. The wine and food were excellent too. Then we moved to The George, which is exactly the same as I remember it from the last time I was there about ten years ago, prompting yet more “Do you remembers?”, shouted over songs we didn’t recognise because we’re no longer familiar with the latest hits. I can’t wait to share many more nights like this.

When A Lady Needs A Friend

Food Glorious Food

Yet again this post is about another lunch out. Yesterday, in honour of our national holiday, we decided to put some money into the economy and took ourselves off to The House in Howth. I booked a table for lunch as I had a sneaking suspicion it might be busy and this turned out to be a wise decision as the place was hopping.

We both had fish, which was delicious. I never pass up an opportunity for mussels and there was a delicious creamy crab sauce with them, along with some nice crispy fries. His cod was also yummy. Using public transport to get to and from Howth meant we could both enjoy guilt free glasses of wine, and on our walk back to the train station we picked up yet more fish for dinner sometime next week. Having defrosted the freezer we now have space to actually freeze stuff again.

Food Glorious Food

Hatch(ing) Yet Another Lunch Out

One of the old reliable pieces of advice trotted out by those advising others on how to save money is the Bring Your Own Lunch To Work line. This is something I have done for many years now, not least because in my current job lunch is often a rushed affair, scoffed at my desk while grabbing ten minutes out of a busy day. Thanks, once again, to the current Protracted Coalition Negotiations I had time to meet a friend today, and my good intentions in terms of Bringing My Own Lunch To Work To Save Money have all but disappeared. I think this means I’m suffering as a result of the instability a country without a government must experience.

Today’s lunch spot was Hatch and Sons. I’ve eaten here solo a few times. I’ve not been fond of the chicken salad with croutons but everything else has been delicious. I enjoyed a smoked salmon plate, with a sneaky glass of wine and a coffee afterwards. An hour of catching up with a friend and a lovely lunch was today’s orchid. I will Bring My Own Lunch To Work To Save Money as soon as normal political service resumes.

Hatch(ing) Yet Another Lunch Out

Lunch Date (Again), Thanks To Protracted Coalition Negotiations

The talks rumble on, for which I thank the various groups involved, as it means a less pressurised work schedule and, therefore, more opportunities for lunch dates with my husband. Today I happened to get to our agreed location first and chanced upon Zakura. We love sushi, but haven’t had it for a long time so I decided to give it a go.

We really enjoyed our lunch. We had sashimi to start and both went for the bento box, which was a nice mix of chicken meatball type things, beef stirfry, rice and two pieces of sushi. We were so full afterwards we declined coffee and didn’t need anything to eat until much later on. It was very good value and we’ll be coming here again. As long as the negotiations keep on rolling fruitlessly along.

Lunch Date (Again), Thanks To Protracted Coalition Negotiations

A Place For Everything, Just Not In The Box Of Random Stuff

Having today sorted out the Box of Random Stuff that’s haunted me for months I found at least ten things I’d been looking for, along with some important documents and a lot of junk that went straight into the recycling bin. I have found that my ongoing decluttering project has been really helpful in sorting out the main areas of our home, the Box of Random Stuff habit needs attention. When we move home, I will resist the urge to start another Box of Random Stuff instead of sorting out things that need immediate attention.

One happy discovery in the Box of Random Stuff was a voucher for a massage I was given as a gift some time ago and hadn’t yet used. An hour of bliss in the spa will be my reward, once I sort out some other areas with Random Stuff in them. Next on the list, the Drawer of Random Stuff in my wardrobe.

A Place For Everything, Just Not In The Box Of Random Stuff

The Weekly Round-Up Post

Items which have been discarded because they do not spark joy:

  • many pairs of socks
  • three cardigans
  • a top with a hole in it
  • bedlinen of the graying variety
  • cushion which I’d kept solely because it was a gift
  • two pillows long past their best

 

Happy moments:

  • forgotten nice chocolate in the fridge
  • remembering how satisfying it is to defrost an allegedly frostless freezer
  • uncertain election results, meaning work will be considerably less stressful and more interesting on my return
  • finishing a new book and finding it rather good

 

Resolutions for next week:

  • make my time online more quality, less quantity
  • make out list of books I have been meaning to get around to reading on my commute to work
  • sort out Box of Random Stuff that’s been taunting me for my entire vacation from work and which I told myself I’d deal with but found endless more interesting things to do
  • jazz up the blog a bit

 

The Weekly Round-Up Post

Not The Old Homestead

We’ve finally confirmed a date to close the sale of the house to which we hope to move within the next month or so. In honour of this, I took myself off to Ikea today. We need some new furniture because our new house has more rooms to fill and because some of our old pieces spark no joy whatsoever. I’m torn between the instant gratification and relatively low prices for what is usually fairly good quality furniture versus living without for an extended period of time and investing in investment pieces we’ll have for many years.

One thing is for sure, Ikea is not for the faint hearted. Every time I go I’m amazed by the number of people there, on a weekday morning, buying trolley loads of stuff. We’re guilty of this too, as I am writing this on a computer sitting on an Ikea desk, in between an Ikea bed and wardrobe. I’ve also noticed how many Ikea pieces are in the homes of friends and family. This observation sways me towards perhaps holding out for things like this instead of settling for this.

Not The Old Homestead

Lunch Date

One of the perks of my current holiday period is being able to meet my husband for lunch. We usually end up eating close to where he works, but decided to try somewhere new today. We had lunch at Juniors, which was delicious. I ordered for both of us while waiting for him to dash out from a meeting. We had sandwiches, soup and salad, all of which was delicious. The only downside was we were both incredibly full after the very large portions. We’ll be back, but I may stick to a salad next time. I love lunch dates, and we resolved to have more of them. Definitely an orchid of a day.

Lunch Date