So this morning our....eccentrically taciturn (ahem) mail carrier woman lady brought us an ENORMOUS box. Huge. Larger-than-toddler huge. And guess what?
There was no return address on said box. So we tore it open and found a letter...also without a return address. Then we discovered that the box was filled with all manner of clothing and jewelry (and even coffee. In a bag. The beans. Not, like, a hot cup of coffee. That would have been a mess) and sundry goodness.
Oh, Anonymous bloggy friend in Dallas, thank you for the unexpected excitement on a Saturday morning!
I bet you didn't anticipate this, but my big girls loved some of the treasures AND are even big enough to wear them. Can you believe it? Check out this small sampling:
And do you know what your gift inspired me to finally do? Clean. Out. My. Closet. I've been intending and promising and planning but never actually doing the cleaning of the closet as per the instructions of the uber fashionable, totally helpful Mary Boctor of With My Sisters. Click that link and get convicted, my friends.
I'll semi-wow you with an after picture tomorrow, but here is a bit of the before (but really "during" because I am a bad blogger and forgot to take a photo before I started pulling everything out)...
Are you ready?
It's about to get real up in here, y'all.
|Oh yeah. Lookin' good.|
|Mmmmmhmmmmmm...bet you're super jealous of this disaster... (note medicinal beer on nightstand)|
|Maybe I should buy some more shoes or something?|
1) Anonymous friend, you totally made our day!
2) Tomorrow, reveal of totally ruthlessly culled closet! Mary, I hope I do you proud.