Oh yes, that mess is real. And it is in my living room. TONS of vintage clothes and other junk from my parent's attic that has finally outstayed out its lease. Guess what's in the brown paper bag? Yeah, more clothes. In times like these, I find serenity in chamomile and mom's homemade pumpkin bread and apple butter and my most faithful of comfortable moccasins. How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.
