We are actually packing. Not sure where this sudden motivation came from, so I'm not going to question it. It's actually hilarous, just how disorganized things are at this moment. Aaron is wrestling duvets and sheets into those vaccum shrinky-dink bags, and my fabric & supplies (which were previously stored in Target bags, shoved forcefully into the closet) are occupying the ENTIRE dining room floor. I finally had the genius idea to buy trashbags in order to seperate the trash and give-away piles, which up until this afternoon were just nebulous heaps of junk and paper. So far, the give-away pile is much larger than the trash or keep piles, and that makes me really happy. Our garage sale will kick more ass than monster trucks, Slayer, or Miller High Life.
Somehow this weekend, amidst all this, I found a few minutes (okay, a few hours) to get crafty. I did the measuring, cutting, interfacing,and pinning of some fabulous placemats. The Echino fabric is stunning and really expensive...perhaps it was not a good idea to pour a 4th glass of wine before I hit the machine. That's what seam-rippers are for. Drunken sewing. I hope to stich them up and take some proper photos in the next couple of days. For now, must get back to packing. As soon as I find my floor under all this fabric, I will return with stories of the hipster exodus.