I seem to be in a frozen state of non-action at the moment. There is so much that needs to get done in the next 3 and a half weeks, and instead of chipping away or rushing forth and tackling the beast, I am choosing the “stand back and watch” approach. Which isn’t really an approach as much as a hibernation, in the hopes that someone will wave a magic wand and we will wake up on the east coast, snowflakes dancing in the moonlight under the gaslights that line our new street, babies in fleece footed pajamas, tucked away in their new bedrooms, clothes all folded and put away, and our belongings neatly ordered and placed.
If anyone has seen my fairy godmother, please send her my way. We could use a pearly white, horse-drawn carriage in which to tote our family across the country. I’m quite certain that horses can make better time than our 2 separate cars, carrying our 2 children and 2 dogs.
As for the gown, not necessary. As exquisite as it looks, comfort is key on long journeys, carriage or no carriage.