I started by unpacking the books. Most people would have said that they should be done last, but the physical presence of the books, made it almost impossible to do anything else.
So I unpacked books.
And unpacked books.
Doubled on almost every shelf. I need more book cases.
Then I unpacked the knitting books
and the movies.
I filled the stash room and of course it all fits.
And it looks pretty good too. All the spinning fiber fits too. It sits against the back wall just as tidy as could be. It is a very generous little closet/room.
Its a mess though, but I managed to stick all the knitting things in there, every last ball, skein and hank of yarn, ongoing project and everything in between. At least this way, I don't have to walk around it all. It is out of the way and ready for me as soon as the rest of the house is done.
By Midday Sunday I was feeling pretty good about things. I had seen the boxes with clothing. I could almost reach them, but I was tired. It had been a very long day. I sat down to rest. I did a very little bit of knitting and I had a nap.
And then I wrestled grandchildren for a bit, while Son3 hooked up my washing machine and carried in all the boxes of kitchen stuff from my car.
So the weekend was a huge success. I unpacked a ton. I packed up the kitchen at the other house. I sorted the stash. I found the clothes. Successful weekend.
But next move? I am hiring movers.