I get to run 15 miles tomorrow morning. That makes me unhappy. Luckily, my friend and future husband Jim Williamson is here to make me a little less so. Happy (almost) Labor Day! For me it is a very aptly named holiday as I will be laboring. I’m busy with the new house, the old house, my new blog (Style Bastard), the upcoming estate sale (which reminds me, I totally forgot to clear the attic, which I think contains my entire bedroom from 2002 when I loved all things green), and combining households for three animals. I really only have time for caffeine.
I waited until the day before the move to call the movers. Thanks to Nice Moves, my move was, well, not nearly as bad as I had anticipated. It was nothing like when we moved the entire showroom years ago. Being the organized person that I try to be, I had placed all the furniture (we’re talking enough to fill 25,000 square feet) on the floor plan. I then color coded and tagged each piece in relation to where is should go in the new location. Unfortunately, I forgot that each piece had to be blanket wrapped, so when it all arrived, I couldn’t see any of the tags. Not one. Each piece had to be unwrapped outside before I could even tell what it was.
Luckily, my personal place has far fewer pieces and a lot less square footage. The moving guys were on time and ready to work. I explained what needed to happen at this place and what would have to happen at the new place. I also advised them that, should a certain person be at the new address, please only follow my directions. (I say this with love.) My honey is super great at many things, but seeing as I have been pushing and shoving furniture for more than 20 years now (and I’m still only in my mid-30s!), I know how to take care of this business.
Four hours later, the movers were done. Me, not so much.I’m still unpacking. I did, however, find the box labeled “underwear. ”
While I’m working my tail off like I’m Kelly Ripa—sans the Electrolux —I’ll be wishing I was in this room, in the super comfortable George Smith chair with its hardwood frame, hand-tied springs, and down-filled seat cushion. How do I know it’s comfortable? You don’t continue to make awesome furniture for more than 150 years if it’s not. I also have one just like it in the showroom. Come sit and relax!
In the meantime, enjoy the holiday! If you are out and about, I just might have a throw pillow—or 30—to sell you.
