If you've been here before, you know all about the big move. But if you're new, here's the deal, in a nutshell: my husband and I are selling the home where we've lived for 26-plus years and raised our five sons, and leaving the town we moved to 27 years ago when our oldest boy was halfway through kindergarten, so that we can live closer to some of our kids and grandkids. It's a tough break to make, but it's going to be so wonderful for us and for our family once we rip off the Band-Aid.
It's ridiculously cold here this morning. (In fact, we had a pipe freeze and burst last night in our basement, which is of course just the thing you want to happen when you're trying to pack up your things to move!) I think perhaps God is trying to help us to get over our sadness about leaving what we thought might be our "forever home," because I have to say that I won't miss New England winters! I mean, don't even get me started; because our movers are coming Tuesday and Wednesday, and that's exactly when a huge snowstorm is supposed to hit us. After a mild, relatively snowless winter, we're going to get pounded with the white stuff on the very days the moving truck is in our driveway. AAAGGGHHH!!!
But anyway, on to what I wore for Mass. Shockingly, it was not a black skirt and black tights with a sweater--my usual uniform. Here's what I wore, an ensemble that my husband (and good-natured fashion photographer) called my "tough biker chick look."
|As you can see, the packing is well underway.|
I got these boots, regularly priced at $130, for $9.97.
(At that price, I decided I needed a pair in black, too!)
I've had them for years now.
|I doubt anyone would choose to wear this dress while|
riding her hog.
I mean, it seems like only yesterday that we were moving in and making this place feel like home. One of the first things I did in this house was to use a stencil to paint a couple of pineapples on the walls in the foyer, since the pineapple has historically been considered an American symbol of warmth and welcome. Last night, I found the very stencil I used all those years ago, hiding out of sight on top of a metal shelf in our basement workshop. I decided to bring it down to VA with me, and one of the first things I plan to do when I get there is to paint a pineapple on one of the walls near the front door.
Hey, you know what? That's a story for another post. Come back tomorrow and I'll tell you all about that letter.
For now, though, head on over to Rosie's a blog for my mom for more stylish (and less biker chick-ish) Sunday ensembles.