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Jan. 29th, 2008 12:55 amAs ever, I end up packing after 10pm the night before I leave. I think I have enough clothes, shoes and random bits and pieces that I might possibly want. My embroidery is coming on the plane with me (scissors are small enough that domestically they tend to be okay with me taking them on the plane) as is my handbag.
Sampler is getting picked up tomorrow morning. I called today and it will be ready, but he wanted to do it tomorrow morning because they'd had a horrible day today and he wanted to do the job properly. Seeing as I will likely have time in town (wheeling my big green suitcase around) I think I will get him and his staff a box of Favourites or Roses to share as a thank you because I really do appreciate that they've managed to get it done in under a week. I took it in Tuesday last.
I am packed though, apart from the sampler. I hope I haven't taken too many clothes or shoes or anything, really, and that I'll have enough warm things. But Christchurch is supposed to be really warm at the moment and it's only in the last couple of days here that I've started putting a jacket on in the evening. I'm not sure what I have jacket-wise that will go with my dress, so I'll probably just suffer. Oh, well.
I think I will go and finish rereading Blind Waves by Steven Gould, which is deliciously silly and fun and delightful and then go to sleep. I'm almost at the point where I want it to be morning already and to be doing things.
Sampler is getting picked up tomorrow morning. I called today and it will be ready, but he wanted to do it tomorrow morning because they'd had a horrible day today and he wanted to do the job properly. Seeing as I will likely have time in town (wheeling my big green suitcase around) I think I will get him and his staff a box of Favourites or Roses to share as a thank you because I really do appreciate that they've managed to get it done in under a week. I took it in Tuesday last.
I am packed though, apart from the sampler. I hope I haven't taken too many clothes or shoes or anything, really, and that I'll have enough warm things. But Christchurch is supposed to be really warm at the moment and it's only in the last couple of days here that I've started putting a jacket on in the evening. I'm not sure what I have jacket-wise that will go with my dress, so I'll probably just suffer. Oh, well.
I think I will go and finish rereading Blind Waves by Steven Gould, which is deliciously silly and fun and delightful and then go to sleep. I'm almost at the point where I want it to be morning already and to be doing things.