Christmas Vacation
I am posting from my parents' house where the internet is Stone Age Slow. We had to put The Boy in my grandpa's greenhouse (mostly dead--it looks like Ms. Havisham's atrium) where he was able to use the neighbor's wireless to get some work done. The weather has been properly frigid and snowy and tomorrow we are going on a sleigh ride. With hot chocolate. Not kidding.
One of my favorite gifts was a box full of beading supplies from my mom. This will be another contender in the non-writing hobby. Which is good, since my desire to learn to knit (never very strong anyways) abated as soon as I bought myself those adorable knit handwarmers. Also, The Boy bought me a cheesemaking book, contender #2.
Today I dug through approximately 23 years of my old stuff. My teenaged angst attacked me and is still receeding. I can't face much more. About a fourth of the stuff is coming home with me, a fourth is getting repacked for storage here, and the other half is for charity/rummage sale. Except the books, which are more of a 30/30/40 ratio.
I'm nearly 28 years old, and I'm finally actually moving out of my parents' house.
One of my favorite gifts was a box full of beading supplies from my mom. This will be another contender in the non-writing hobby. Which is good, since my desire to learn to knit (never very strong anyways) abated as soon as I bought myself those adorable knit handwarmers. Also, The Boy bought me a cheesemaking book, contender #2.
Today I dug through approximately 23 years of my old stuff. My teenaged angst attacked me and is still receeding. I can't face much more. About a fourth of the stuff is coming home with me, a fourth is getting repacked for storage here, and the other half is for charity/rummage sale. Except the books, which are more of a 30/30/40 ratio.
I'm nearly 28 years old, and I'm finally actually moving out of my parents' house.