I used to have my necklaces on a thread spool holder. I don’t know where it went, but I wish I still had it. It wasn’t in the stuff that was in storage, and I think I liked it too much to give it away.
When I moved in here, someone (and I know who) stole my old-fashioned egg beater, my ice pick (my mother gave it to me) and my heavy-duty rubber meat tenderizer mallet. All three items, I doubt I will ever replace.
My fingernails break. I need to polish them again, but I need the table to do it. Right now, it’s set for dinner with Santa!
Sounds like a kitchen Alfred Hitchcock would have LOVED.