I have a giant task ahead of me. Which just got gianter. I have to P A C K. A lot of little loose things into boxes. Hardwood floor man is going to wish he hadn't told me to just leave the boxes in the house. I know that.
I do more sitting and staring into the soft sheen of the stack of hardwood floors than packing. The facts.
And when I'm sitting staring here's what I'm thinking: Where'd all these books come from?! What time can I knock off for lunch?
There's feathers. There's orange. I kept coming across it while I was sorting and shifting. I stopped and added things to my inspiration board. Maybe I had a cheeseburger. Maybe I took a nap. I might've started reading travel books. I was definitely drifting.
I found art I bought on Etsy years ago! My sister must have hidden them when she visited. She likes to hide things so I go crazy looking for them and then she never tells me where she hides them. Never. Ever. Eventually I forget I own them. She thinks that's funny. ha. ha.
I cleaned out a closet. I threw a lot of junk away. I consoled the cat posse. I did more staring. I found more hidden things. The mail arrived. Oh good I need a break!
Sara surprised me with my very own Moss Cottage pillow! I'm punch drunk with love. Giddy. It has a monkey and a cat and orange.
If there is something sweeter or more dear I don't know what it would be...