Did I mention that I hate packing?
Ugh, I am still deep in the throes of packing and not the good kind (i.e., fabric), but the bad kind (deciding how and with what else to pack all the small crap that accumulates on every flat surface of your house).
Packing the fabric was a breeze.
And 12 boxes later, I am now ready to pack up my machines and my notions/sewing supplies. The thread holder is baffling me right now, but I guess I’ll figure it out.
I did decide to ship my coverstitch and serger instead of carrying them on to the plane with me.
All the yelling I mean your comments were very helpful in making that decision. Although the post office lady man-handled my boxes in ways I didn’t think possible RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES!!!! I hope my machines make it one piece.
I moved here 9 years ago yesterday with my best friend Cayce and she’s here helping me pack to move to San Diego. She’s the best, best friend ever. I have received offers from many of my friends here in the city to help pack, but that’s such a personal thing, don’t you think? It would be like people going through your underwear drawer. Cayce is like a sister to me, so it’s not that strange that she would be helping me.
But if you really want to help me, SEND WINE!!! Just kidding. I couldn’t possibly drink all that wine in the next five days. Or could I?
Hope you’re all staying cool in this heat.
I hope I have some sewing stuff to talk about this time next week, but please don’t hold me to it. Moving is hard work.