We spent all weekend doing DIY-type stuff at the new house during the day and packing up the old apartment at night, and right now I am typing this with hands that I'm quite certain are broken, or at the very least sprained. At the very, very least, they're entirely covered with paint, so much so that you almost can't see my skin beneath them, and that's a very attractive look, I assure you, so let's all hope I don't have a important meeting tomorrow that I've forgotten about because if so, I'm going to have to wear gloves at the office. Indoors. In June.
Anyway! Here's the video I shot last week in Oklahoma, when my hands were neither broken nor sprained nor spattered with paint (and good thing too, since we've all seen how much I use them to talk.) I haven't watched this yet, so I've no idea what ridiculous things I might have said on camera, or if that cardigan and that necklace really even go together properly (I sort of just threw the latter on at the last minute when my Lack Of Turquoise alarm went off, so that might have been a bit of a risk, who knows? I like to live dangerously, obviously), but I hope you have three minutes to watch it anyway, because it was a lot of fun to make.
Huge thanks to Ree for hosting us at her gorgeous home, to Jenny for looking after us and baking us quiche, and to Karen for being a breeze to talk to under hot studio lights. And to you, lovely readers, for giving me lots of anecdotes over the last few weeks that I was able to use as conversational fodder as we filmed. If my hands weren't (probably) sprained and (definitely) paint-spattered, I would totally give you a high five.