I’m so intent on packing for our impending move from this old house of 40 years that I’ve been forgetting to take pictures. I took the Danish Christmas plates off the wall, carefully wrapped them in shrink wrap, boxed and labeled them, and there they are, ready to go with us. Of course that means that we’re not letting go of them, but at least a decision has been made. Hmm, that kind of feels like letting go.
I use the duplicates at Christmas. They haven’t been boxed yet.