My mother-in-law has a ton of crap at her house. Now, there are some diamonds in the rough: old photos, an arts and crafts china hutch, a vibrating recliner, but there are also piles and piles of old magazines. And yes, she does still have her property tax bill from 1967, just in case anyone wants to see it. So one way she is thinning the herd is she gives us things from her house. And no matter what it is I have to accept it, right? Even though I’m throwing my own excess stuff out by the fistfuls. (Sidebar: when I say I no longer want presents, I really mean it, but that’s another blog post.)
So, the other day she gave me this visor… but I’m making this gift work.