I don't know if I can properly convey how much I loathe packing and moving. To make it more bearable I made a little schedule yesterday breaking down the rooms into different days, but I still get sweaty palms just thinking about our terrifying guest closet that's on the agenda for today and tomorrow. I don't think you understand the magnitude of the guest closet clean out challenge. This closet is haunting my dreams, you guys. There isn't a boogie man in the closet; the closet is the boogie man.
Aaaaanyways, Saturday and yesterday I worked for about 4 hours each; I cleaned out my closet, packed up all our books, dvd's, and some breakable tchotchkes, and started consolidating throw pillows and lamps (things I have way too many of).
I know I know, major first world problems, the hatreds of packing and moving and whatnot. But the point of my lame and whiny story is that I will probably be a very bad blogger this week. I am tres sad to admit this, but it is true. I have all these great ideas but my brain is all full of packing dread, so I'm chanting "Hyde Park house! Hyde Park house!" repeatedly and pretending like this will magically happen:
|But I'd use less pink, obvs.|
without my having to unpack a thing. Or buy all new furniture.
Oh my. Just looking at that pink is making me temporarily happier. Look at this one, too!
|Both images from Cottage Living|
Ok, that's what I needed. YAY MOVING INTO A HOUSE! Thanks for standing by me, readers! It'll all be worth it in the end and you'll get your LCaL back post haste, I promise. In the meantime, if anyone has any tips for not wanting to punch myself in the face every time I think about packing, please do send them my way.