Well, I miss me. I am still deep in the throes of packing. Every time I turn around I swear my things are propagating more things behind my back. I keep thinking I’ve made more progress, but then I remember that, oh, I have XYZ still to pack. And I’m running out of boxes.
One interesting thing to note from this process though… A little background first: I have been sorting and culling as I go along. I have been ruthless with all of my pre-pregnancy clothes into which I now know (now admit to myself?) that I will never fit again. I gave away my maternity clothes (because who am I kidding? I’m 42 years old with no man in sight, not to mention perfectly happy with just one Jack). Two nights ago, I went through one of my final culls, this time of my hanging clothes. I pulled out the first garment I ever made. The Indigo Junction It’s A Wrap Skirt made out of Japanese cotton.
I loved this fabric, but in the end, I fell out of love with the skirt pattern itself. So, I gave it away. It was such a curious thing to give away something I had made. Something I had worn numerous times. It was strangely easy to put it in the give away pile since I no longer felt connected to it. I felt not one twinge of regret. It had run its course in my wardrobe and it was now time for the skirt to have new life in someone else’s wardrobe.
Bon voyage IJ769 skirt! I wish you well.
My move is scheduled for this Friday. I am still furiously packing and will be so relieved to finish it all this weekend. Jack is excited to have his own room and I can’t wait for him to see it.
I will see you on the other side my friends. Wish me luck that I survive the weekend.