That’s right...tomorrow will be two weeks until The Big Move. I’m not ready. Not by a long shot. I was busy over the holiday weekend with my family cookout to show off the home movies. They were a big hit, but my mom threatened to take away the set of extra keys to her house. J Check out the food...I borrowed some old tablecloths from my mom. I love these old things and wish I could find some at a flea market some time. (It might help if I actually went to flea markets!)
Here’s some of the family playing “volleyball.” I can hear my fellow RVC people snort in laughter, but it’s lots of fun, I promise. And yes, the net is at armpit level. Don't judge.
I finally got around to putting a few things into boxes Monday, but having boxes sit around gets on my nerves!! I think I’ve officially packed 13 boxes. Think that’ll do it?? Uhhh, not so much. I’ll probably do a little more this weekend, just because I can’t leave it ALL til the last minute.
I have to admit, before I packed the first thing, I went around and took pictures of it all. Have to have some sort of sentimental history. Have you ever done that? What I want to know is why do things look so small once you take the pictures? I live there every day...it doesn't look that small!
One thing I noticed...see a striking similarity between the old chest I told you about a few weeks ago and this chest that’s in my bedroom???
Coincidence??? I think not...