Hehe.
I don't think this is what you imagined when I said a picture a day, is it?
Me either.
This is what happens when you are sick of your bedroom being the catch all place, and you start the task of decluttering by pulling everything out of the closet.
And then you discover old notebooks with the scribbles of a very whiney woman you once knew, and you hold your head in your hands, and wonder if she's grown up at all in the last 10 years?
I now have several satisfyingly full garbage bags and a clean closet..... and a long way to go yet on the catch all room...
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