
Just every once in a while, we all have to rearrange our things. Some people call it cleaning, but I prefer to call it rearranging. Goodness knows, I'm not about to purge. Perish the thought!

Today is a rearranging day.
I tackled my dresser today. Oh the delights of looking at all those glittery earrings, and my bottles of French perfumes.

Glancing at my hats, I'm thinking it's just about time for a day trip with Bea in her old jalopy real soon. I must get on the tele and see when we can arrange one. Perhaps we'll take a ride in the country to take in all the sites, sounds and scents of springtime ~ and perhaps a thrift shop or two. Oh that would be fun!
Love,
Bessie
