I'm purposefully taking time to peek out from behind the piles of boxes and books and other crud to say that I'm still alive. I've been in my new place for the past two weeks and still it looks like we JUST moved in. The Sweet Boy mentioned that this is the first place we have lived where we haven't been unpacked almost instantly.
Yes. I will agree with that. We have failed miserably in the unpacking department.
But, in my defense, I haven't been unpacking just to unpack. I've been purging. Each time is getting the question "Do you belong in this house? In storage? In my life?". I refuse to keep things just to keep them. If I don't display it or use it, why keep it? To look at it when I unpack it from the next move? No thanks, time to reduce my collections. I've blogged about this a few times this past year. Since my mom has passed away, I've been bringing things that mean something home from her place and my goal is to not add an item to my life but replace an item. One in, one out. I know the saying is usually one in, two out, but I'm still working on that. I'll get there one day.
The Bella Vista Arts and Crafts Festival is just a few days away (eeeek!). I'm kind of not ready. Okay, I lie, I'm COMPLETELY not ready. I have my yarn ready to go but my knitting isn't quite where I want it to be. I give myself until 3PM today piddle around and unpack more boxes and then I sit down to knit until I pass out tonight. I've also got to put some spinners fiber bundles together. Those will be easy... I think.
At least my crafting area doesn't look like this anymore
Progress! Okay, off to be busy.