I’m not knitting these days.
Neither am I embroidering or doing anything else remotely interesting.
Far from it. I’m packing up all my things (or rather all my families things, the kids stuff is very prominent let me tell you).
We are moving house, from Vík to Reykjavík. Moving is almost my least favourite thing in the world. I have done it often enough, but I really don’t like it. The packing, the necessary weeding out, the dust, the mess, the upheaval of it all. And let’s not mention the costs.
Don’t misunderstand me, I want this move, it’s just the process of emptying a whole house and packing the lot, moving it and the unpacking that I find exhausting.
Lost and Found
Some cinnamon sticks that expired in 1999. We moved into this house in 2006…