In the meantime, here are pictures of my very boring villa and my incredibly ugly furniture. It doesn't feel like home, yet, but it will. With my stuff here. My cool leather rocking chairs I finally got redone (Gwen - are you reading?), our bed, the boys' beds, all my old, but loved plain white everyday dishes. More forks, spoons, knives. Real sheets that don't feel like sandpaper. A salad spinner, a cheese grater- all those little conveniences of life we take for granted. It's all coming - BUT WHEN??? It's been 11 weeks! Yes, I'm still counting.
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Okay, I am on it. Protesting from Glasgow. Boy do I know how you feel. Well, sort of. I had to look at my blog to count the actual weeks we were without stuff and it was ONLY 7. So we are wimps compared to you!
I just want to know in the land of plenty when it comes to beautiful rugs/carpets, what made them decide to give you bathmat size ones for your palatial space??? Just an observation!
And you'd better take pictures of those rocking chairs my friend. Would love to see them! Hang in there.....
I don't know what you're complaining about. You have a stunning green coffee cup.
Hi Sharon, I found your blog on Gayla's blog...nice to know another blogger in Doha. I blog at middleeastcrazies.blogspot.com
Come on over. I am sorry you don't have your stuff yet.
Lynn
You must come out of retirement. I tagged you on my blog. Come to my blog to see what you need to do.....
Lynn
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