It all started innocently enough, doesn't every great adventure? For years I've known that I had to
something about the burgeoning box of photos that was hiding out in the dark recesses of an armoire in the guest room. But, where, and when, to start? I kept putting it off, adopting the "out of sight", (
almost) "out of mind" philosophy. Every once in a while I would be challenged to find an old photo and the wrestling match with my conscience would begin all over again. And then it happened... I entered
The Container Store (this is where it all started so "innocently"), that mecca of happy home organization (which, for me, is like returning to the mother ship). I stumbled upon a display of photo storage boxes, each with the ability to hold 1,200 photos, and they were
on sale. What more could I ask for?
The time had, at long last, arrived!

The dining room has become work-station central, folding tables have been erected temporarily and the contents of boxes are being exposed. This is going to take a long time, but that's okay; this stash didn't amass itself overnight. Every time I pass by the room I work a little bit, that's what it's going to take. At first, I started with laser-beam focus but I can't continue with that intensisty; it's too hard, it makes my brain hurt.
A highly visible, front and center, work location is exactly where this project needs to happen. No more sweeping this task under the rug; a light is shining brightly on the job at hand and those brand new, slick, photo boxes are ready and waiting! I bought two, I believe I need to get another one... while they're still on sale.
One can never be too prepared!
Life is Good!