It's kind of counting down time. We leave in a few months. We've scheduled a Cocktail Tag Sale for a few weeks from now, where everyone will come and party and buy our stuff. I have only a few more FRED's at church (a monthly dinner my friend Wendy and I head). We have only a few more Park Days with our home school group. I have only two more meetings with my book club. We met last Sunday and planned our 10 year celebration, which will also be my last meeting. My fellow book club members, many of them talented quilters or artists, teased about how they would make some wonderful keepsake for me. Something large and heavy that I would nonetheless feel obligated to take on the trip, hauling it from place to place, cursing them all the way.
Kecia asked "Are you just going to break down and sob in the middle of the Cocktail Tag Sale, seeing all your stuff getting sold?"
"No." Julie said. "She's going to feel like little wings are growing on her back as she watches all the stuff go." Julie is right. Maybe they should quilt me some wings.
Of course - the cheap flip-flops are taking over the whole stupid picture!I cleaned my closet out while I listened to the audio book for book club. I've never listened to an audio book before, and I don't think I like it, but I got a lot of cleaning out done. I have a good couple of feet of closet space, and a large segment of the bedroom floor devoted to Stuff To Sell. My beloved fur-trimmed clog boots (They are so hippie-fierce!). My ruby-red patent leather sling-backs that go perfectly with the ruby paiettes studding my vintage 50's halter dress. My totally ridiculous sky-high cork-bottomed metallic gold sandals, which surprisingly went with nearly every summer dress I own. Why aren't I taking these? There's only so much room in a suitcase, and you can only walk so many miles in 4-inch wedges.
Still - I'm not sad! I am fervently hoping that my vintage beloveds find a loving home. I hope whoever gets all this stuff will think of us happily as they strap on their sandals, or stir tuna-fish in a bowl with a heart in the bottom, or play a ditty on a crap-ass guitar.
I will miss my friends so much! The least they can do for me while I'm gone is be wearing my shoes!
One thing: I may have to keep those black strappy pumps until the E.R. Wrap party is over. I'll sell both them and the dress afterwards though!