A few months back I mentioned that we were aiming to move to a new place. Well we are currently packing up to move but not quite yet to the new place of our dreams. We've made an offer on a really lovely flat but the process of purchasing has stalled so we are yet to exchange contracts. In the meantime we are having to move out of our current abode into temporary accommodation as we've already given notice. We move out mid next week so currently we are in the chaos of packing. Our flat is full of boxes and upturned personal possessions. We are putting everything in storage with no clear idea of when we might see it all again, such are the perils of the process of buying a property in the UK!
I have to say that we leave this flat with a great sense of relief. The bathroom ceiling looks like it is about to come down due to an ongoing leak from the upstairs flat, the boiler never works, the shed is leaking and getting the landlord to repair anything has been an uphill battle. We also won't miss the terrible and persistent racket we have been enduring for the last couple of years from the neighbours from hell. I'm looking forward to living somewhere with more space and where I can actually hear myself think when I come home.
In the meantime it has been an enlightening and frustrating process packing up the wardrobe. I face the rather formidable wardrobe challenge of having to whittle everything down to a capsule wardrobe of no more than one suitcase's worth of items. This needs to last me until who knows when and to cater for working in an office, flamenco classes, and performing in flamenco gigs. I'm struggling ladies, I'm struggling. My bata de cola takes up half a suitcase on its own!
It is pretty frustrating to see all the fun, pretty things I'd like to be wearing being packed up in boxes now that the sun has come out to play. It has also been sobering to see just how many clothes and shoes I
have. Boxes and boxes and boxes of the stuff. I've noticed many repeating themes. It is as if a woman with obsessive compulsive shopping disorder has been shopping for my wardrobe. Oh wait - that woman would be me! I managed to half fill a box with tutus...
...and another entirely with flamenco costumes! Somewhere else there is box full of sequined jackets, another of feathery things, another of little black dresses and another of furry coats and gilets. So I now have a banned items list when I go shopping - if that is, I dare go shopping again! Mr V is muttering darkly about a one in, three out policy and giving me looks as yet another box appears in the hallway. I now concede shamefacedly that he has a point.
To be fair there has been a bit of a
clear out, hardly the brutal pruning that is needed but, progress is progress! After a long
dark winter of indulging in comfort food some, ahem, extra padding gained has forced me to give away stuff that no longer fits. Note to self: return to regular pilates sessions immediately.
So adieu dear wardrobe! May we be reunited sooner rather than later and hopefully in a place with more space within which to hang you.
In the meantime, whilst we are in this uncertain state of flux, blogging and visiting other blogs to comment will be increasingly difficult as there will be limited access to the internet. I shall pop up from time to time to say hello, time and Wi-Fi permitting, but I can't say when regular service will resume!
And so adieu to you too dear reader! May we be reunited soon, perhaps via another blog reading service. If you are a regular visitor I hope that with Google shutting down their Google Reader service (boo! hiss!) that you'll continue to visit via another route. I'm on Bloglovin' and have recently transferred all the blogs I'm following over to that service, hopefully I'll make it onto your lists too! My Bloglovin' follow button is up there on the sidebar. If you want to connect via these routes I am also on twitter (@taxnomywardrobe - note unusual spelling due to not enough letters on twitter!) and Pinterest (under Veshoevius). Take care and I look forward to exchanging wardrobe stories with you all again soon.
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