This blog post comes to you from amidst boxes (and boxes and boxes…) of clothing, assorted fragile things wrapped in newspaper and piles of books that threaten to topple over at the slightest hint of a breeze. Yes – I’m moving house.
They say moving house is one of life’s more stressful experiences, although so far I’m having fun discovering my childhood copy of Malory Towers (queue an hour-long break from organising the books to… erm, read a book) and unleashing my ruthless side on my wardrobe. Anything not worn in the last 6 months is now residing in my favourite charity shop, so if you fancy a pair of sequin leggings or a boho gypsy blouse, get yourself to the North Leeds branch of St Gemma’s Hospice, stat.
We still have a week and a half until moving day, so I’m sure stress levels will be greatly increased as time inevitably flies by. For now though, as the Mr discusses the logistics of getting our huge sofa out of our not-so-huge flat (my contribution – “we got it in there so surely we can get it out.”), I’m amusing myself by trying out every colour in the wonderful Nails Inc gift set I won in Hayley’s giveaway.
What’s making you smile today?