Scout's been helping me pack. I laid the groundwork for an efficient, effective move last week by taking all the books off their shelves, spreading my paperwork - including 2006 tax documents - scented candles, and my accessory collection across the dining room table, and giving Scout a selection of stuffed toys to play with while I worked.
See, if you've got everything where you can see it, you can do a serious analysis of your possessions while keeping your dog occupied with a stuffed rat. Then, you can pack well organized, precisely labeled boxes that will allow you to create a life that looks just like one of those Metropolitan Home features on the apartments of stylish, up-and-coming twentysomethings. (Granted, they all have trust funds and interior decorators, but that's nothing a fine-tip Sharpie and some really nice corrugated cardboard can't make up for.)
Or, you can let it sit for a week, go to New York and a bunch of dinner parties, and repeatedly unpack your purse on the dining room table until it all merges into a great, polluted river of eye shadow, tax documents, and the guts of that stuffed rat ...
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