I saw a phrase over the weekend floating around Instagram: “Micro joys are how we survive macro grief.” And it’s the same idea as collecting wonderful things or that there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. So I humbly present a source of joy: the label maker my dad got me for Christmas.
Yes those first few labels were just me goofing around, but it’s really coming into its own as I re-do all the sewing storage in the new space:
