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.
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