T-Minus Three Days
UmberDove
The move is quite official at this point; BC and I have already eaten two pizzas and all my strutting shoes are packed so that has to count for something.
I fear I look like a boozer. All my belongings carefully wrapped in tequila boxes and tucked into vodka crates. Makes me want a G&T. But, as it's only 11 am, I think I'll have another cup of Irish breakfast tea with a splash of milk and a dash of sugar in one of the [only two] mugs still unpacked.
So while I'm packing (or avoiding packing - I spend equal amounts of time on both) I'm asking myself these questions:
1. Where in my new home can I set up a little vignette with loads of gourds like this (found here, from Miss Nancy McKay)?
2. How on earth will I store my, eh hem, clothing collection? As a point of quirkiness, the house has one small closet. Period. I'm looking at wardrobes, but to be honest, I'll need a few. Any suggestions?
3. What color should I paint? I JUST painted our apartment in the warmest, wombiest (yeah, not a real word) pale camel shade - Boston Tea Party to be exact - and I've been given carte blanc to wield a roller in the new home.
4. Where can I find these little side tables (found here)? I want them ALL but especially that little turquoise number - I know, surprise surprise!
5. Can I justify purchasing this fabulous, scrumptious cowl or this beanie I've been lusting after for the last year? After all it will be considerably colder (and a touch snowier) out East and up the mountainside and a gal needs knits!
Well, signing off with a smart salute and dragging my heels to never-ending box-land,
- Umber