Or better, still bagging. I am tired. Too tired to keep up with anything but the overwhelming worry about not being ready when the packers show up next Friday. There are 9 bags of clothing & craft supplies in the garage which will go to the charity shop tomorrow along with a couple of small furniture items
Plus having spent two mornings at the dentist this week, I feel I am entitled to whine a bit. Not much you understand since no one around me has much sympathy for someone who has several kilos of knitting needles.
Who knew that they multiplied in the dark? All but a few of the straight needles are being donated, about 1/2 the double points and 1/3 of the circulars. In any case I have now been through all the containers and tins that were in the studio. I have sorted back out some yarn, needles and hooks for personal entertainment and travels. The College Guy has hauled all remaining prepacked bins down to the garage and the table has been removed. Who knew there was that much space.
Will try to get you pictures tomorrow. But do know that I am alive, well, and probably cranky.