Quick photo-sample of the move...

The boxes pre-packing, freshly taped, no cat yet frolicking in them.

I have a lot of books.
Here they are arranged by size and shape for easier packing.

Dad trying to squash down the mattress pad in the hopes of fitting it into a box.

Charlie and dad taking a break in the empty apartment after all their hard work.

Fashion goldmine

I am one step closer to my dream of finding my mom's fabric and yarn stash. Ok, so I don't actually know if she had a stash. I assume she stashed, because that's what all us crafty folks do, however, it is likely that my aunt took it upon herself to remove from our house.

I spotted these two boxes in the stacks of our basement, guessing correctly at the genre of their contents.

I wore all of the pictured outfits. L-R: I made that printed denim skirt and pouch combo (the pattern is titled "Kids Can Sew". My mom made that pink and white polka-dot number (mine was all pink with tiny white Swiss dots) in the middle for a wedding we went to when I was maybe four or five... the dress is still hanging around here someplace. The bottom pattern was the pretty much the design for the dress she made when I was nine and a "junior bridesmaid" at my cousin Ellen's wedding. The flower girl had this dress with a frilly apron thing over it.

I think these dresses are kinda way awesome.

These crack me up... "How to Measure, Alter, and Fit" actually looks very useful. It was priced at 20 cents; lord knows how old it may be. The lingerie book has an entertaining suggestion of embellishing your creations with "a monogram or astrological sign". Ah, the 70s.

Photos I love, part the first

Charlie, looking very much at ease, sitting on my back. Moments before, I had been trying to dry my hair. Charlie of course, saw a flat surface and an opportunity to have a rest. He has a very stressful life, you know.

This picture reminds me that I am loved and that I have two of the most wonderful friends that have ever existed.

Three little cousins, all in a row, rapidly escaping from me.

Grandmother's 95th birthday cake, which I slaved over for half a day and which she has chosen to stick her thumb in the side of. Further proof that you may do whatever you like when you are old.

This is the rare Telletubby Strawberry. Discovered in 2003 while perusing the offerings of a Case Western Reserve University dormitory cafeteria, it was quickly swept away from its fellows. This photo is the only lasting evidence of such a phenomenon. Sadly, the Telletubby Strawberry was lost to a hungry belly later that night.