Suddenly, I woke up and looked at this with fresh eyes. What was I thinking? I couldn't stand all this junk..., so armed with my Mrs. Meyer cleaner, I cleaned the way I do best: I pulled it all out. Two trash bags later... I pared all away except a tapestry Isabella's Journey Autumn bag... My son jumped at the chance to have the doughbox side table... I stashed everything where it actually lived. For now, I don't even have a trash basket...(big concession to beauty.) all that jewelry, prisms, razzmatazz hanging from the
Even Mom's dolls got a shakedown. I let only winter and fall girls stay out. With a rearrangement of everything and a few touches of red, this corner sure looks better to me.