Sooooooooo I’m packing up my house to move West (well, to move to the next state to the West). While I’m settled in a house, I go for the English country look with lots of pictures, carpets, china, and curiosities.
Suddenly, though, I am remembering my Southern heritage and Midwestern upbringing.
What say I go west with a just a quilt, a cast-iron skillet, and a granny fork? Sound good?
Out of curiousity, why?
Um… because I could wrap the skillet and granny fork in the quilt, and sling it on my back, and that would be the end of the packing?
Really dear, you ought to take those nice polished brass and porcelain hooks for hanging up your clothes, those countrified nails can do so much damage. And you don’t really intend to take that lovely quilt that great-great Aunt Berthalinda made all the way out West do you?
Well, not that, smartass…why are you headed out West?
Now aren’t you glad you bought a mobile home?
Ohhhhhhhh, that’s what you meant. For a new job.
Well, congrats! What are you doing?