With some casualties.
Truth be told, I just ran out of gas and decided that enough was enough and decided to call it a wrap up there for now. I guess the worst case scenerio is that I go back up in a few days and pack another few boxes to pick up the abandoned items, but I have to keep in mind the fact that the new studio is only an eleven foot wall instead of a full 300 square foot room.
I haven't played with beads in about ten years. I think I'm going to get everything moved and then see if there's room for all of these containers. Carrying these up the stairs at CS2 in Target bags would be pretty easy:
Likewise with scrapbooking stuff. The only paper I play with is my day planner, and I've got all of that stuff downstairs to be packed tomorrow. But...now that I'm looking at this, it might only be one or two more medium boxes. I just don't know if it's worth hauling all of this over to the new place for it to sit on a shelf:
This is the one that is tugging at me hardest. I have collected Martha Stewart Living Magazine since...well, since it started, I think. I might be missing an issue or two here and there, but what to do with these? I had originally thought I would put them across the bottom row of cubes to serve as a kind of anchor, but after looking at the enormous pile of stuff that is already planned for that tiny tiny area, I'm not sure if these would be worth the labor and agony of getting them moved. This is definitely not something I can move myself...these suckers are HEAVY:
I think I'm just a little tired and cranky from the heat, so I am in the Happy Chair now with an iced tea and a fresh t-shirt. My plan is to enjoy the afternoon/evening and then pack my "office" tomorrow. Basically, that is going to mean emptying out the armoire and packing a box or two of supplies, so it should be pretty easy. I will make a go bag with my checkbooks and important folders in it, but otherwise we're just talking about small desk-type stuff. I think I am going to leave behind my desktop computer, fax machine, and copier and just use my iPad and wireless printer thingie (assuming I can figure out how to sinc the two). The office served me well when I worked from home, but methinks that the stuff is far enough out of date that it might be time for a new laptop for Christmas.
Speaking of out of date...
When I emptied the underbed storage box yesterday to use for FUPPIES, I found photo albums and things I had saved from my younger days...including my college transcript! Oh man...was I ever in over my head! One of these days I will be brave and share it with you, but suffice it to say...I was not exactly the best student at Notre Dame. As a matter or fact, I am pretty sure they gave me the diploma to just get me out of their hair.
And...speaking of hair:
The fellow next to me is my friend Irv Sikorski. I met Irv when I lived above him in an apartment complex just off campus. He was a police officer for Notre Dame and would come home from his shift at 11pm and sing and play music. I would listen to it as I drifted off to sleep and soon enough I met him and fell head over heels. To him, I was just an annoying little sister-type who would come over after class to watch Top Gun and eat pizza. To me...he was my dreamboat.
Ahhhh, youth. There would be a few more dreamboats along the way (some that broke my pitifullittle heart, some that were bullets that I'm glad to have dodged), but the shoulder pads? That glamour just lives forever.
Here's hoping that your Sunday is lovely and peaceful. I think Bosco and I are going to grab a little snoozy nap and then have cheeseburgers on the grill!