In my head, the move went like this:
The movers would show up, move all our stuff, and by that evening - or possibly the next day - we'd begin unpacking and setting up house. My sewing shop would be up and running again in a matter of days, and I'd make a pretty, new, blue cotehardie to wear to the upcoming Tournament of Lions event - I mean, there'd be three weeks to work on it, right? No problem! I can whomp out a cotehardie with one eye tied behind my back!
What actually happened was that everything that could go wrong, did. The short version is, we've only JUST begun setting up and unpacking this week. Lions is in two days, and guess which box of garb I CANNOT find anywhere? That's right: the one with all my 14th century stuff. None of which even fit me when I packed it up two months ago - I have two days to locate it and alter it, or, I guess...
I'm kidding. I can make due with piecing the rest of what I have together, if I need to. If there's one thing this move has taught me, it's to resist panic and think up another solution when the first idea falls through.
Pics, hopefully, after the event. With any luck I won't be wearing blue jeans and sneakers in any of them.