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8 comments:
It was fun to get to see your place :)
and good luck with the move!
I liked seeing your home. I also liked your desk chair. A lot.
Hang in there, also you are disarmingly pretty :)
xoxoxox,
Allison
Candace, may the force be with you! I've moved at least seven times and it is not fun at all, blast some music and take care of your back please. Red lipstick is also a spirit-lifter!
Lovely to finally hear you lady :) You had a beautiful view and home, but on to the next. Hopefully you will make us a video when you are settled or unpacking at the new abode.
xoxo
You are sosososososo cute I love the shot of the door: "and here is a way to get out" or whatever you said it was silly and made me smile big and I wish I was there with a full and piping hot french press pot(accompanied by heavy cream it is the only way)and then I would zip through your house loading and packing. but. alas. I am here massaging happy(and some crabby)folks and sending you excellent vibes to get that job done! A fruitful Wednesday to you dear girly....
That made a huge pang strike my stomach with missing.
Also I never I thought I would say that about wood paneling.
I love so much about video blogs, not the least being your unintended silliness (seriously, the same line Taddy mentioned cracked me up, as well as THE SUTTER HOME BIT which, God willing, neither of us will ever admit to buying - but might drink in those little personal size bottles if there were offered to us on a beach. Not that anyone else would have to know. Just saying). I also love that you were filming while I was texting you. It's kinda like I was there.
But really, I feel like I was just there last week, sitting at that round table under the skylight, leaning a hip against your kitchen counter while balancing a glass of gin in three fingers, peeking in on Joel to see if he was finally off work so we could let the evening begin.
This is a novel of a comment but I don't care. It's for you and I love you.
I'm coming to your new home just as soon as I can. Promise.
Why is it the liquor typically gets packed in the beginning stages? That happened at our place too.
Here are my best guesses:
1. We go after things that are of least importance. I'm not saying that booze are not important, but rather, we tell ourselves that in some sort of self reflective guilt even though we know that booze is, and will continue to be, a significant piece of life.
2. You pack the booze first that way they are the last and most easily accessible thing you UN-pack upon arriving at your new home. Can't toast if you can't find the Scotch.
3. We pack the booze before all our drunk ass friends come over to "help." This one doesn't go well with #2, but we typically don't remember that correlation until #2 is happening upon said destination.
Great video kid, miss you guys.
For the record, every time we've moved I've left two bottles out of the taped boxes: The mixing gin and the irish whisky.
It's just that BC may not have been privy to that info.
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