In the past week, I’ve moved my parents from one town to the next. A lifetime of stuff packed in classy things like trash bags and dresser drawers and Staples boxes.
All of these pictures to show you just how much of my mother’s exquisite decorating we had packed up in our arms, shuffling up and down two flights of stairs. When all was said and done, I’d only called her a hoarder twice.
Long story short, we were without internet, showers, and civility for a few days. I’m sorry to have been out of touch.
Let’s reconnect now that my arms have stopped throbbing.