Well, it's done, we are moving. I think I'd convinced myself it would all fall apart, so I hadn't really paid much thought to the implications. I haven't contemplated actually packing up my life, or not living here, although I do seem to have ceased cleaning my house some time ago, which might have something to do with thoughts of impending change, (between the Lori and the Caravan shop, my little job, and the boy, there just isn't the time. Something had to go and I chose, um, hygiene...)
But now the deed is done, the move is underway, and I've responded by ... becoming insanely attached to my current place of residence. The friends I've made, the life I have, the little shops, the quirks, the full on eccentricity of the place - I suddenly can't get enough. I know we are doing the right thing. I know it will be fine but still, my heart is a little sore at the moment (and full of the dramatics - I'll still be within driving distance of everything I'm currently mourning). I think to fully embrace change you have to let yourself feel the fear that comes with it, and I'm right there in the middle of it at the moment. [End of pseudo-hippy new age speak]
Expect a lot more about moving, decoration, stress, and happiness as we explore our new rural retreat over the coming months!
This was a week for playing catch-up, but this time it was with my other-half. We've been working so much we've found ourselves in a bit of a 'ships passing in the night' situation lately, so it was nice to grab a rare mutual day off, enjoy the sun, and each other's company. The boy is fifteen-months old now, and there's something about this age that's just so lovely (although the strops have ramped up a notch - seriously - wow). I think it's the walking, but he's suddenly a boy, an actual boy rather than a baby, and it's making me come over all emotional just thinking about it. He's such an explorer, wanting to climb everything that can be climbed, dismantle anything that comes apart, and get his hands dirty at every opportunity. Maybe that's why my house is so mucky.
Anyway, before I cry, because that seems to be all I've been doing this week (the move, the boy, events around the world - am I the only one who thinks it's all a bit overwhelming right now?)
I added these 'Uptown Top Ranking' dungarees to the shop, at the bargain-tastic price of £12 each. Don't all rush at once folks! My vintage item of the week (oh, how I tried to keep picking an item every day, but I am just one woman!) is this rather super 1920's wooden truck, which remains hidden from my child. Please buy it.
Yes, I did just feature The Muppets on my blog.