I have thirty days to whittle down twenty years worth of weekly thrifting - spread over four rooms and a hall - to Polly Pockets sized proportions (for my new attic room adventures in Red Brick Alley).
Sometimes, casting a beloved bit of knick a knackery into the Sidewalk Sale box feels a bit like drowning a kitten in slow mo, but my Stuffmonster can also be as suffocating as a drowsy Crystal Gayle's hair in a whirlpool sauna, so...
Sylvia, despite being a bit faded & timeworn (I gave her a bit of pinch and powder below), will most definitely be making the block and a half long voyage to her new home.
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