We haven't decided yet about the car. We are seriously considering selling it, knowing we really won't get much more than it will cost to take it with us. It's all going to depend upon where our house of dreams (or house of desperation, at this rate) ends up. A lot of the homes on the market are extremely close to the University, so Joel could walk to work in the nice weather, and cross-country ski or snowshoe in the not-so-nice weather and I could have the car. And I am really not even kidding about the skiing/snowshoeing. That's what people do. We could also buy a snowmobile, but we'll see. First things first.
We're paying for packers. At least for the kitchen and anything else I don't get packed up myself. I've already packed five boxes, and we're not leaving for 7 more weeks. Be impressed. I am. Anyway, the movers' quote actually looks pretty good, and we'll have the fundage for it (especially if the car is sold).
I'm keeping the dress. For now. I kind of like the idea of making it into throw pillows. It could work with this particular dress. I didn't mind getting rid of it, but Joel was really sad about it. I figure, if he loves it that much, I can tuck it away somewhere. I'm probably just bitter because it's a size 6 and that will never happen again in this lifetime, I'm quite sure.
But don't you worry, I have certainly gotten rid of enough other clothing to make it worthwhile. I finally bit the bullet and went through the mountains of pink baby clothes I have. It nearly killed me to get rid of some of it, and I did save my very favorites, just in case. Besides, I think I had enough to outfit 14 baby girls, and if I do happen to have another child of the female variety, she will not be wanting for cute clothing.
But if you are, come to our yard sale this Friday and Saturday.