bigger than a bread box:

when i was little and would get in the middle of a guessing game, i would always start with this question, “is it bigger than a bread box?” …funny, i don’t think i even knew what a bread box was, or how big it was. all that to say, this weekend started off with a surprise!! a trip to tahoe!

once there we “found” my parents!!-surprise #2! together it was quite a full birthday weekend! food for the soul. :) here is a smattering of the our busy weekend which included, lots of food, sight seeing, rafting the truckee (an old time fam tradition) and, of course, uno:

good bye lovely attic:

in parting here are a few after pics of our strangely empty home… in memory of the times we have lived and loved in this little tree house...on top of a house.

our’s was the gable on the top. (the second floor bay on the left was our first apartment .)

my garden deck & hard knock eames chair we found in the living room when we moved in 2 years ago.

and where are you now? other than our pods which were uneventfully trucked away tuesday, we are blissfully a pair of transitory vagabonds …eagerly awaiting our next touch down…

attic chapter:

closed. …sigh. after 4 years we no longer call tree-lined, 17th avenue “home”. three saturdays ago our merciful friends sacrificed backs and quadriceps to move our heavy belongings down the three flights of rickety stairs to the three pods parked in the driveway. bundled up one by one our furniture marched down stairs to the tune of a series of grunts and strains. tragically, i was so wrapped up in “directing” the move that I neglected to get any great action moving pictures!! rats! all i have are a few mid packing photos here:

do other people manage to packup their house in a more graceful manor? i ask you: how?
i was, however, very prepared for the cubes! in planning for the main event i had high hopes that upon closing the doors they would somewhat closely resemble this:

a sketchup model consisting of properly dimensioned renderings of every piece of furniture we own!(note the rug!)

detail of box 2: kitchen island, l’s desk, night stand, billy bookcase….

alas became more of a general directive rather than an easy to follow step by step formula. i think this potential case of over-the-top ness was the direct result of some residual arch schooling angst.

also photo worthy, the parting of a few treasured, though dilapidated, architectural models…sigh… i think it was only healthy that they go.