I do love my books. Back in CA, there is a small, but ample storage unit with my name on it. In it is a unused fridge, some things my parents can fit into their gigantor storage unit…and boxes. 2 of those boxes are memorabilia…1 is the final crafts…and 11 of them are books.
Yes, 11.
When I was home for the holidays, I went through all those boxes to make sure I absolutely loved each book. I went from 13 boxes to 11. Plus, I managed to sneak all these into my suitcases:
Collections are different for each person…I collect quite a few things:
So here’s the catch! All my collections are still in CA. I miss them. I want to display things. I feel like my home is SO empty. Slowly things are coming over thanks to my VERY gracious parents sending a box here and there. I got rid of A LOT of stuff. It’s amazing what emotional attatchment we have to THINGS.
But, I do feel that you have to admit, although you wouldn’t call them “collections” it’s really okay to say “I can never have enough…”
)Okay, maybe it’s just me…but hey! you’ll never run out of gift items for me
finally…an open letter to old navy…
Dear Old Navy,
I love your clothes. They are just so darn cute, and great price to boot! But whoever decided to put the tags on my side where I ITCH IT ALL DAY LONG needs to be fired.
Just saying.
-Sarah
Dog love:yo quiero!!!
