In an effort to prevent world demise, I decided to purge my jewelry box. Um huh, you heard me, my jewelry box. Evidently I believed the 12 in by 6 in box held a bomb capable of destroying the entire planet. And the only way to prevent that was by purging the contents. So, like MaCGyver, I defused the situation with only a bobby pin and an old sock.
Yes. My house was a catastrophe. But I was saving the world here! Go me.
Of course no before pix exist.
I was racing the clock people.
Too long? Too grabby? (Catching in my collars and nearly costing me an ear?) see ya. Your youthful color faded? Hit the bricks.
Here are the afters; not organized, but hey, who needs organized when you can finally see what’s there?
Thankfully, the shamrocks survived.