Yesterday the container was here and 3 movers loaded it to the gills. I really don't think it could have held one more scrap of fabric because the driver taped the top flap of the backside down when it wouldn't hold on it's own!
So hey, here's a double-fist pump for Udo because he rocked our boxes and somehow made our entire life fit into a 20' container. (Don't worry - not only did I tip him, I slipped him a pack of Peppridge Farm cookies and told him America loves him).
The night before the pickup, I sewed until 1:00 am. I was so tired after packing all day, but I wouldn't quit until I got enough work ready for the upcoming exhibition. The radio disc jockey wished the listeners a "guten morgen" and I thought? WTH? Have I slipped into a time-space continuum? Then I rolled up the smoking hot presser foot and clamped the cover down on my machine. The English "step-down" unit that converts the electricity along with the German adapter to accommodate the plugs is now sitting abandoned in the corner of my studio. Goodbye sewing in England. Goodbye sewing in Germany.
For now, I've got to crank out some backgrounds. All my paints and adhesives are still here because I didn't want to deal with exceeding the limit of what I could bring back to the US.
We're eating on our garden furniture (indoors) and sharing three spoons between us yet I'm thinking about how much fun it's going to be to use up all my paint! You can't help but get a little excited about the thought of working like the world is coming to an end.
In the thick of it, I've been receiving the most beautiful mail art! Thank you all for the generosity and for thinking of me. And I'm sorry I haven't been able to get in here and post more. For the next days, please don't expect much. Maybe just some pictures of how things are looking.
Our evenings have been spent getting spoiled by all our neighbors and friends with good food and cold beverages. Last night I was gutted thinking about leaving these amazing people we've come to love so much in my adoptive home. It's all winding down and doesn't seem real. Except for sleeping on our shitty guest bed. That feels real. I'm getting too old for transitory adventures, and it's extra fun with a 4-year old who wants to "camp" in his Winnie-the-Pooh tent. *Waving white surrender flag...*
What are you guys up to? Sorry I haven't been on your blogs. There are hundreds of posts in my Google Reader. I'm so behind it's sort of hopeless at this point. I'm going to have to let it all float by. But if I'm missing something big, leave a comment and fill me in on what's happening! Miss you guys... until later, xxx tj