I told my sister a few weeks ago about what disarray my apartment was in after the move. How I was overwhelmed by all of my stuff, and unpacking and hauling unwanted stuff out. Her response was, of course you're overwhelmed, your mom hasn't been there yet. Mom had been out to Denver for a few weeks after they moved to work her unpacking magic. My mom is the Master of Organization. The Queen of Fitting Things into Other Things. And, she loves to do it. Tonight I had a hard time shooing her off to bed. She's opening drawers and finding Stuff. I'm throwing away my tax returns from 1979 and 1980. Isn't it time? Think about how many times those papers moved with me. I found a costume history assignment from about thirty years ago. I'll take some photos, but then I think the time has come to dispose of them, too. Talk about a purge.
So, maybe in a few days the House of Shabby, also known as Lucky Penny Headquarters, will be a functional studio and household.
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Yep--Moms are the best. Say hi to yours for me!
after your mom gets done at your house, can she come to mine and help me purge my studio/Hatte'sroom/Dillan's room/workshop/basement and other fibery places? help! I'm being strangeld by yarn!
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