Moving is such a bitch. It makes me crazy. See below photo. One time, I was moving from Oakland to Santa Cruz. My roommate and I had reserved a small truck for our move. We went to pick it up and saw only one truck left in the lot - a very, very big one. The employee informed us that our little truck had accidentally been given away, but that we could have the last truck instead. I was the driver, over Hwy 17 - one of the sketchiest, steepest, curviest roads where people crash all the time. Things were flying around in the back and smashing against the walls the whole drive down, since our stuff filled up only a fraction of the tuck. It's the closest I'll ever be to a big-rig driver.My Mom took this photo. She thought it was so funny that I had to drive it and kept laughing at me, so she got the finger. And got it on film.
Thanks to everyone that's emailed me about making things. I'm sorry if I'm flakey at the moment, when I get my new places in order, I'll be back in sewing action again.
1 comment:
i'm jealous of your new workspace. i would be lying on that little grassy knoll everyday soaking up as much vitamin d as i could.
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