Working the room

We can’t be sure where Diaz got her story-telling genes, but we strongly suspect that they were a gift from Kelly’s dad. And while we don’t remember what she was explaining, this set captures Diaz capturing us.

First meal out...

... in the new hood.

Pizza seems perfect for our first restaurant outing in our new SF neighborhood. And although Californians often mistake cornmeal dusted, sourdough crust for classic, Goat Hill pizza ain’t so bad.

Passing the pre-pizza time

A meal just isn’t a meal without three drinks

Eight fewer white walls

So many blues. But which one is right?

From Florida came gifts

Thanks for the shirt, Aunt Amy!

New threads for your old ass

I once heard that “reupholstery” is one of, like, two words in the whole English language where a “ph” doesn’t mean “f.” Do you know if that’s actually true?

Years ago, our cranky old cat Tasha (r.i.p.) destroyed our sofa. Although we had the brilliant realization that fixing the furniture before the cat kicked the bucket would be a waste of money, we didn’t really mean to put it off for so long after her departure.

On the bright side, without procrastination we would have never discovered the fun fabric stores in our new neighborhood, which doubles as one of San Francisco’s interior design hubs. Hopefully, we’ll get around to posting pics of the finished product.

Not for our house, but they’re fun to touch.

Faster cutting through science.

Hang your hat

We’re in. After being in contract since February, we’re finally spending our nights in our new house. A large percentage of our stuff is still in boxes, there’s painting to do, and the sofa needs to be reupholstered… but we’re still in. In fact, we've been here for a week now, but tonight is the first chance I've had to sit down with enough extra energy to chronicle anything.

A few moments in the hotel (while the house was in boxes) and with the movers are captured here.

Diaz and the aforementioned sofa

Once they stood

Some things are irresistible to a child. I’ve found that a line of standing dominos and a plate of chocolate candy are tied for first.

Alas, the fallen soldiers.

Dressing yourself is fun and easy

A few photos to mark Diaz’s sweat band phase. It was her look of choice for a week or so.

House of Sanders

We’ve been meaning to post these pictures for a while, but this moving, working, and parenting business sometimes makes your head cloudy. Anyway, Kelly’s family (sans sister) traded The Three Rivers for The Bay.

It was a great visit complete with beaches, lots of laughs, and vicious UNO games.






More photos here.

Homeward bound

It’s been 6 months since we signed the contract that will make us second-time homeowners. City red tape and inspection processes have kept us from having the luxury of an accurate closing date—we knew we were moving, but we knew not when. Until last week.

Finally, the City is happy and we’re moving in to our new home in a week. Diaz is excited about having a new room, and Kelly is hard at work crafting the color story that will define our new home.