A good weekend. Party Friday night. Drinking watered-down sangria and making small talk over healthy snacks. Good cheese. I love good cheese. Yesterday helping friends move. Yes, they really ARE my friends (and moving to Broomfield, no less).
Making flyers for the community yard sale. Taking everything out of the kitchen cupboards to reassess -- "Do I really need this?" The movers want over $7k to haul my stuff over the ocean, so it had better really be worth it. The more I pored over the stuff, the less I wanted. Thank heavens I culled stuff last year, too.
It's funny... last year I wanted to hoard my things. I felt I was losing so much, I wanted my surroundings to be plush to prove I was worth something. Now I don't need any of it. I *want* some of it... but I don't need any of the furniture, the tupperware, the linens...
I will take only what I love (the art) and sell the rest. That's nearly everything.
1 comment:
beautiful. I love transitions.
You have to help me with what to call you on my blog. I wrote "her moscow self"... now what? I don't know why but I like to have a pseudenym(sp?) for you!! I could just write Rebecca but to me you definitely do inspire "adventure" to me...
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