Our garage has turned into a black hole. Like the washer and dryer that secretly steal single socks, the garage has been sucking things into the vast emptiness of oblivion, never to be seen again. The tool box, the dog’s backpack, my Christmas china.
I blame this on the fact that we have moved twice in the past two years and on the moving company we used for our last move to try to save money. JUST-PLAIN-SCARY. However, during the transition we didn’t unpack all the boxes from the first move. So I have also rediscovered things I forgot I had. An ice cream maker, a gilt frame mirror, these soup/pasta bowls that go with my Christmas china. Continue reading