I reaaaaally want to make something, but all my stuff – beads, yarn, fabric – is in boxes. And that would entail unpacking, which would require moving furniture into place, which is heavy and frustrating and feels like that game where you move the little squares around to make a picture. Pfft. Forget that. I’ll just weave through the piles to get to my computer and read happy crafty blogs all day.

Today’s find was the nerd and the needles, and yummy pictures of traditional Norwegian mittens.

I want to knit those little people soooo bad. Might have to go unpack a box…

This is my world.

I’m a little overwhelmed. Actually, more than a little.

More overwhelmed than the cats, who don’t have to unpack. After spending the first 2 days wedged under the bed they are now revved up and feisty, fueled by their pride in their own tremendous courage.

Annabelle discovered the big window sill in the kitchen – witness her doing her happy stretch – then she twigged and ran around checking all the other windows in the apartment. Sure enough, all have big sills. Happy, happy cat.

Wolfie has followed and is a keen pigeon-watcher.

Moving day was very rough, but it’s over now. There are little pathways carved amongst the piles of stuff. My computer is set up. Things are slowly, slowly falling into place. And despite the chaos and trauma of transition, I really love my new home.

This is it. This is the week when the horrible reality of moving hits home. All I want to do is write show ‘n tell posts about stuff I’m unearthing as I pack, or maybe make a little You Tube movie about how the cats are coping with the stress. Anything really. Anything to avoid packing, and packing, and packing…

But I’m a big girl and when push comes to shove I can set myself a boundary. No more blog reading. No posting this week. Got to get me to the new place and then we can have fun with the stuff when it comes OUT of the boxes.

See you on the other side!

“Are we there yet?”

I get the Quilt of the Month email from the International Quilt Study Center. Some quilts are old, made by unknown stitchers, others are by renown contemporary quilt artists.

This one is from January, and appeals to me since I have houses on the brain.

Reminds me of this mailbox I saw in Sunset Park while apartment hunting.

I think that was right before we saw the place where the sink was in the shower, and there was a hot tub in the closet next to the toilet…

This mask was my first assignment when I took a class with Katharine Cobey.

Many of my guests are freaked out by it. I like it.

Packing requires touching everything, visiting a little.
CON: it slows me down. PRO: it entertains me.

Saturday was the farmers market at McCarren Park. There was a live band playing; I saw a toddler doing the butt-squat dance.

There were lines for fresh milk and for chicken. I bought tomatoes and corn. It felt like taking a tiny, colorful, glorious vacation.