Packing.  Not packed, but should be.  Ak.  Closing on the house Wednesday.  Husband’s can-do parent’s and sister’s family are coming to help this weekend.  So excited for company that I may forget to do the moving.  

My life has a tendency to not sit still.  I suppose I’d be bored if it did.

Also, it occurred to me the other night while I should have been sleeping that a skirt make of plaid neckties (longer than the one shown, natch) would be the perfect thing to wear while playing rockin’ fiddle at a Scottish festival.  Except there is no way I’d have the time to make it.  Oh, and I also don’t know how to sew.  But it would be sooooo super cool.  Still need an actual kilt though.  Blagh.

Back to the boxes.  HELP.  

(image here)