Boot camp couldn't be any harder than my Spring Cleaning splurge! Any box that came out of the attic meant I got to climb up the ladder to grab it and down the ladder to stack in the hall. Then each and every box had to be carried downstairs, and I had to come back upstairs for the next box. Then the boxes had to be put in the basement. I should have worn my pedometer and then weighed the boxes to find out how much of a workout I got!
Here's my little maple forest, wiped clean and waiting for their new storage facility to be available. They'll need some TLC before they get passed down through the family (I think they've currently survived over fifty kids).
I found some forgotten treasures while I was reorganizing--like this rainbow lampshade belonging to my kids.
Back to the mailbox...getting better, little by little. Now that I think of it, covering up the ugliness of the primer was big, not little. (I'm sure you agree.)