We are officially moved and as I do every time we move I swear this time is the last. We are never moving again. This little town house is it for us. It’s only two bedrooms so we will have to be careful and have one only child. That or bunk-beds for life. After hauling the contents of my closet up three flights of stairs though, that pretty much sealed the deal for me on moving again. I was a little disappointed that my legs didn’t look like Beyonce’s when I woke up this morning but I’m hopeful.
In other good news, I have a massive size closet now (well it’s not that huge but it’s big to me). When I first moved a few of my things in I thought to myself “see? I don’t have that many clothes!” and then after I moved everything in and hung it all up I realized that I do have that many clothes. My feelings landed somewhere between pride and shame on that realization.
Oh and this happened today on our walk to the shop. Nature loves me.
Top: Old J.Crew but this one would be cute!