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I’ve got 32 ounces of Wawa iced coffee in my system and one hour to pack as many boxes as I can. This will either be the greatest achievement of my life or an unmitigated disaster.

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byronbaylifestyle:

Only in Byron! Crocheted bumper bar…

Between this and the embroidered car I posted awhile back, my dear Stella should really be worrying right now…

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mediumaevum:

This insanely gorgeous home has an amazing story behind it.

Fonthill was the home of the American archeologist and tile maker Henry Chapman Mercer, in Doylestown, Pennsylvania. Built between 1908 and 1912, it is an early example of poured-in-place concrete and features 44 rooms, over 200 windows, 18 fireplaces and 10 bathrooms. The interior was originally painted in pastel colors, but age and sunlight have all but eradicated any hint of the former hues. It contains much built-in furniture and is embellished with decorative tiles that Mercer made at the height of the Arts and Crafts movement. It is filled with an extensive collection of ceramics embedded in the concrete of the house, as well as other artifacts from his world travels, including cuneiform tablets discovered in Mesopotamia dating back to over 2300 BCE. The home also contains around 1,000 prints from Mercer’s extensive collection, as well as over six thousand books, almost all of which were annotated by Mercer himself.

More images (by Karl Graf)

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hoodoothatvoodoo:

John Singer Sargent

'The Dance'

1907

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There’s a reason I do this for a living, and the reason is that I’m pretty fantastic at packing things up to move.

Or perhaps it’s the other way around, but there is definitely a cause—and-effect thing in there somewhere.

POINT IS, I have five boxes packed (which amounts to… all of our DVDs and video games and less than half of our books oh my God) and the living room ALREADY feels tinier. Like, books on a bookshelf are a hell of a lot more compact than books in boxes sitting next to the empty bookshelf. By the time we move out I think our living space will be reduced to: path to bathroom, path to kitchen, path to bed.

I probably should have vacuumed before I started covering the floor in boxes.

Also, I discovered a DVD sitting face down and out of its case on the bookshelf… after I’d already packed up all the DVDs.

The cats, of course, are thrilled by all this fuss, because they have new boxes to climb in/on/around and because they have no idea what’s in store for them, the poor bastards. Although Athena seems very interested in eating the packing tape, so… yeah, this is going to be something else.

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OKAY I’M GONNA PACK A BOX I’M GONNA DO IT.

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whenyouworkatamuseum:

+1 skill level for:

  • laying out a big show in a tiny gallery 
  • packing the box truck
  • fitting that new acquisition you didn’t know was coming into the collections storage area.

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truer than true

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I want to make something, but I’m not sure what. And shockingly, the 942 patterns I’ve favorited on Ravelry are not helping me narrow anything down.

Still too bitter for gloves or mittens, just made two hats in a row even though I don’t wear them, already have three (yes, three) sweaters/cardigans on the go, and afghan season is rapidly deserting us. I don’t do socks. Toilet paper cozies are right out, although someone on Facebook is going to suggest it in three, two, one…

What do YOU think I should make, Tumblr?