back soon!

Moving day is approaching and packing mayhem has descended. Gasp! So I’m taking a little blog break, and promise to bring treats when I return. Make yourselves comfy while I’m gone, dig in to some older posts and fill yourselves up with a splash of bliss! ♥

{vintage goodness right this way}

to the weekend!

I should send a group thankyou to those of you who sent me commiserating emails re: The Packing and The Move. So, I offer you my bundled thanks! Mostly because I’m swimming in a never-ending list of to-dos ’round here and individual replies are … uh … not likely going to happen.

I am, however, ridiculously excited by the prospect of the junk removal guys descending on Monday and adiosing every last bit of wayward stuff. It could be a sorry testimony to my super-ability to wildly collect. Then again, when you have four kids—trust me on this one—you tend to hang on to things far longer than is reasonably sane, before they trickle down to child number LAST. At any rate, this big dollop of excitement on Monday means that a path will be blitzed, and all that will remain are items which are essential, or beautiful, or sentimental. Purge the clutter, I say! And hire people to do it. Sanity matters.

In and amongst all the sifting and sorting, I discovered a toy camera that’s now a collectors’ item according to some. I had to reign myself in from being overly ruthless and I pulled it back from the Junk Guy Box—twice. It was a bit of a pitiful scene, what with me being all zealous and then indecisive and finally caving to sentimentality. But it’s equal parts old whirligig and Viewmaster and I adore the little thing.

This weekend promises to push the quota on crazy-busy: the restaurant will be rocking! sorting continues, painting begins and list-making and running around go into high gear. But a patch of bliss, however small, will be found! Happy weekend, friends. I hope you enjoy your little patch too.

bliss ♥

moving pictures

I’m moving soon. Far too soon, it seems, to get everything done! Which means I’m drinking coffee in excess and mumbling a lot to myself. Out loud. Which places me somewhere between frazzled and inexplicably pumped to conquer the challenge of packing up the past twelve years of my life. At the same time, there’s something very reassuring about knowing that a very large truck with two—hopefully very large—men will magically appear next week, and remove all of the junk that has accumulated and spawned in every closet of every room, on (uh oh) every floor. I have become ruthless at hunting it down . . .  and am utterly baffled by how it is that junk has been masquerading as “treasure” for so long.

Dara Quesada’s photo collection is everything my eyes have needed this morning to divert me from the mess that is BOXES and STUFF strewn across the house. So, back to packing it is . . . but not before a sweet dose of this (and another cup of coffee):

bliss ♥

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wordless wednesday

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map of the heart

For my four: Zoë, Eli, Kiki and Kieran

Love without borders; hearts without shields.

bliss ♥

{via}

{image surgery}

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{out of the sea}

{whew! shannon rankin}

{bombus}

oh, happy weekend!

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