Dear Friends,

I have survived my trip into the depths of the second guest bedroom. I have seen things no organized person should have to see; the dust, the clutter, the gift bags! It was more challenging than I anticipated. No person needs that much Christmas paraphernalia unless they are an Octo-Mom. And when I was almost strangled by a nest of angry USB cables and saw a heavenly light, I was saved from certain death.

It took Bill and me three days to complete our journey, and in the process made our living room look like a Radio Shack, but together we endured. The lessons we have learned are many, but most importantly, don’t be afraid to throw crap out.

I hope you will understand that it’s too soon for me to share the horrifying and dusty details. Let the photos (closet, ribbons, bookshelf) speak for themselves. This favorable end to my journey would not have been possible without ideas from Martha Stewart, my Container Store stash of clear plastic boxes, and my ever faithful label maker. Lastly, but probably most importantly, I must thank my dear sweet husband, for finally organizing his damn cables.

Yours,
Margaret