We've lived in our house for two years now. And yet I still have things in my room at my parents (henceforth known as my room, not the guest room my mother intends for it to be). She keeps forcing "stuff" on me, even though our house here is very full.
The latest box she bribed me into taking was filled with dishes. See, I'm that college kid that was out buying cute vintage dishware at Goodwill while all the other kids were sleeping off their hangover. I found this set of yellow dishes at Knoxville's Goodwill and bought them for the "someday" to come:
I also unboxed my green glasses set from my Grandmother. I've had these in the attic waiting on me until I had my own house and I'm pretty excited that they are now on display in my new cabinets:
So I guess unpacking those boxes wasn't a bust after all... but really - I'm running out of room!
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