Summer turns to high
Thanks for all of your lovely comments on my last post, everyone! We’re still really excited, and only the tiniest bit freaked out at the prospect of packing up and leaving this little house behind us forever, for a fresh start somewhere new. No, I’m being serious: I know you probably all clicked onto this post today thinking, “Oh GOD, here we go…”, but, for now at least, excitement seems to be the dominant emotion, which is… a little bit odd, to be completely honest.
I mean, if you’d told me a couple of weeks ago that I’d be moving house at the start of August, I’d honestly have expected to be a nervous wreck by now. I’d have expected to be running around stressing about all the stuff we have to do in order to move, fretting over whether the sale will fall through, worrying in case we’ve made a huge mistake with our choice of house, freaking out over how I’ll keep the business running while we’re moving, getting all emotional at the thought of leaving this place… You name it, I’d be worrying about it. Then I’d be worrying some more.
Actually, though? Actually, I’m feeling kind of… chilled? I guess? This feeling is REALLY unusual for me, so I’m kind of struggling to identify what it might be. Is this how the rest of you feel most of the time? Is this what being NORMAL is like? OMG, AM I NORMAL? And if so, HOW DID IT HAPPEN? How did I go from being, well, ME, to being this strangely calm person who thinks about all of the packing and organising and uncertainty ahead of her, and just thinks… “Meh. I’m sure it’ll be fine…”? So. Weird. I can only assume The Panic is coming, people. It’s in the post, it has to be. And when it arrives, it’s going to be EPIC. Already I’m starting to freak out about how un-freaked-out I am, for instance. Whew! I feel more “myself” again already.
Anyway, for now I’m enjoying this brief moment of calm before the storm, and up until this week, when the heavens decided to open up, I’d also been very much enjoying the beautiful weather we came home to. These photos were taken on Sunday, on a day that was warm enough to be comfortable for me, but breezy enough to be comfortable for Rubin, so we headed to a local park for a wander, then invited Terry’s brother and his fiancée round for dinner. The plan had been to eat outside, and enjoy the last of the sun, but unfortunately the sun had decided it had had enough by then, and packed its bags, so we ate indoors instead. Oh well: it was a nice summer while it lasted, and I’ve totally started a new ‘garden’ Pinboard on which I can pin some expensive garden furniture for next year. You know, to go with the fairy lights, and the massive water features? And the LIVE GOATS which I will keep in a little shed?
I can’t wait.
[Dress: River Island (2011) | Flats: Store in Miami | Belt: originally came with this dress | Sunglasses: Gucci]