When necklaces are in a heap, I find they end up as a charmed nest of golden snakes. Who wants to stick their hand in to sort through a mess like that? I’d rather leave them home. Then they don’t do anyone any good. The only person who gets to see my necklaces is then is me, and that’s before I shudder and look elsewhere to rest my mind on something more tidy. Sometimes I feel that my head is more organized when my stuff is too. So I felt pretty good about this happy ending to the stereotypical messy state of ornamental things.
Well hello! How is that? I'll be hanged, or shall I say, I'll hang my necklaces. All of them. Better, yes?
Cheerio!
Juliet
what a superb idea!
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