Since the house has been for sale, I've been refusing to cook. This is my new form of sustenance.
I've been too distracted to write but I've been reading. I read Jessica Knoll's terrific Luckiest Girl Alive. I thought it would be triggering but it was quite healing, particularly when the author revealed her own story. I also read Jane Green's Saving Grace. I love Jane Green. Next up on the docket is Caroline Leavitt's Cruel Beautiful World. I adore the cover.
Mr. Selfridge and Nashville are back on the air. Love both of those series. They will keep me distracted while I finish the last of the packing. Once my house is packed, we can turn our attention to Mr. Dwell's house. Thankfully, we are keeping that one for a while while we figure out whether to sell, reno, or rent it out. Maybe one of those design shows could help us with that. We have a very telegenic dog!
(Speaking of which, Serena is looking forward to reporting for duty as a therapy dog. She starts tomorrow so please wish us luck...)
Last evening, the Mr. and I embarked on something that tears many couples apart: we went to the mattress shop to buy a new bed. We ended up splashing out on a Tempurpedic with some kind of high-tech platform thingy that guarantees us excellent sleep for the rest of our lives. Oh, how I love the promise of purchased happiness!
We move next week so I'll be offline for a bit but will be catching up with all of you via the blogworld and instagram.