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Mutable Madness!

So again it has happened!  I disappeared into the insanity that is life beyond the computer.

I lived and cried and sang and tried to make everything work, and, well…I’m still huffing and puffing along-

-and I’m a store richer.

That’s right, I successfully took over the shop!  That being said, these last few harrowing months have been spent tearing the store apart. Not an easy task when the entire place puts all clutter nightmares to shame.

Slowly but surely I’ve been reorganizing.  Imagine your father’s old toolbox, but all he ever did was add to it.  He’d use a wrench here and a staple-gun there, but mostly just tossed in things he knew he’d need or simply like to have.

I have literally (yes, I’m using “literally” correctly here) spent days sorting hex nuts from wing nuts, 3″ wood screws from 2″ drywall screws and bent nails from straight ones.

This is, in fact, how I spent my Christmas holiday.

I gave my father a bouquet of Robertson screwdrivers; he didn’t realize he had 14 of the darn things.  

Anyways, I’ve also been sorting postcards, jewellery, clothing, more tools, and all sorts of odds and ends.  Little by little I purge what just can’t work with me. 

My best friend, Tupperware, told me the other day how she appreciates my including her in the revamp of the shop. I got all teary-eyed when I tried to reciprocate the kind words.  Truth is, there are no words fantastic enough to tell Tupperware just how handy, in fact, life- and space-saving she has been to me.

Space is such a precious commodity around here, so I always get persnickety with Dad when he brings in something big.

History was made a few weeks ago when a friend of mine called and told me Nathalie-Roze would be closing the brick-and mortar location and was THROWING OUT a display cabinet.

I jumped at the opportunity, and now it sits unused, dividing my store in half.  I need to sell that wardrobe.  Or maybe Matt from Unit will pick up the bar he bought 2 years ago.

*sigh*

I really am turning out to be my father’s daughter.

More to come, I’m sure.

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