Sorry I didn’t post on Monday, I’ve been so busy packing I haven’t had a minute.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah. No.
Jim told me the other day that I should start packing and I burst into tears and cried, “Hormonal Things Are Happening and if you want SOMEbody to do something USEFUL, I suggest you go to the store and get me some chocolate!” and then I ran away.
Not really, but sort of.
Jim’s no fool. He’s not necessarily a saint, either, because he had a pile just as big for his own snack drawer.
I packed two boxes today,* though. Go me! And then we had to take a break and go to Chick fil A. Because obviously.
In any event, we closed on the house a week ago, and it all went very smoothly (thankfully), and the title company closing facilitator person commented that she hadn’t seen an interest rate that low in a while, which was very gratifying indeed. It could have been a lie, but I’ll take it.
The sellers still haven’t turned over possession to us, though (hopefully this weekend), so I’ve been using the MakeRoom thingy at Urban Barn and creating all kinds of idea boards at Polyvore. I am nothing if not an efficient manager of my time.
In other news, one of my knitting pals, Crafty Friend, had this fun idea to rent a space in an antique booth together and see if we could support our thrift store habit. So we did.**
All the cute stuff is mine, and all the OH MY GOSH I MUST HAVE THAT IMMEDIATELY stuff is hers (like that super adorable chicken painting that I probably need).
She makes her own funky jewelry, too, and is starting an etsy store. I’ll let you know when it’s up and running.
In the meantime, come over and buy a turquoise table. No pressure.
*this is not the announcement
**this is the announcement