Photos tomorrow… I promise(ish).
But for now, just a couple of questions to answer:
Em wanted to know about organizing. Oh, girl. Lemme tell ya. You remember I didn’t want to use boxes. Whatever. I got over that OCD tic and filled my car with boxes from BevMo. I managed to fit eleven (11!) boxes in, and then I got stuck on a new OCD tic (I swear, only when I’m moving am I this nutty). I didn’t want any more boxes. I was determined to move with just eleven (my fave number) boxes. Why? I dunno. It just sounded cool. “Yes, once I moved with only eleven boxes.” ‘Cause THAT will wow my friends and neighbors….
But what it translated to is that I would pack the boxes, move them to the new place, unpack them, and put everything away, all in order to take them back and fill them up again. So I am already unpacked and organized. Can you stand it? That’s the only way a nervous little cat like me can move. Last night, I really DID put my feet up on the table, sat on the sofa, watched TiVo, checked email, and knitted on Cromarty. I stayed up too late having that much fun.
And speaking of cats, La Brainy asked me how the cats were doing. They’re doing just fine, so Mom tells me. I took ’em home down south last Tuesday. They ADORE being at Grandma’s house, and I didn’t want them anywhere near the ripping apart of their home. They’re neurotic enough, and I’m usually balanced enough to calm them down. But a crazy me married with a move would have sent them right up the wallpaper, and there wouldn’t be enough tuna in the world to get ’em down. (Digit’s paw is healed now, no limp at all. Faker.)
Having moved last summer to the tune of 178 boxes, you are my new hero. Enjoy the new digs! Hope the rain has stopped.
Girlfriend, that has got to be the fastest move on record! Pictures, we need more pix. When will you collect the kitties? (Wee one faked (?) a fever last night and kept me from going out, which kept me from calling and interrupting your relaxing reverie.) So glad for your new home!
I am so IMPRESSED!! When we move it takes me YEARS to unpack all the boxes (5 years on the ones stashed in the storage room 😉 You certainly have the right idea. Great that you were able to paint before settling in too!
What a nifty way to move/organize. And come to think of it, how could you (or we — glad you caught my remarks, heehee) ever have thought you were procrastinating?!
I STILL have unpacked boxes from our move 7 (!) years ago. In my defense, that’s because we still haven’t bought the right furniture to display the knicknacks. Hmm.
Perhaps you won’t believe me but my favorite number is 11 also. Due to the fact that I was born at 1:11. I always feel lucky when I look at the clock and it says 11:11 or 1:11.
And see, sometimes OCD is a good thing!
I’m impressed. I still have boxes from my last move 7 years ago.
You’re insane. But (or perhaps because) I love you.
And I don’t have unpacked boxes, but for some reason it takes me forever to hang pictures. I could easily move out of here without having hung up half the things I have to hang up.
Patiently waiting for more pix. And very glad you are HOME. 🙂
Many, many deliriously happy days and nights in your new home do I wish you 🙂