Old Shoe Boxes.I'm cleaning out my apartment, which is sadly a disaster area. I swear it should be quarantined and blocked off by large neon signs saying "Enter at Own Risk". Dun dun dunnnnn.
During my adventure of closets, cupboards and under beds (and in between my new EP addiction) I found an old shoebox. Oh yes, it was dusty, and retro and full of blockbuster glory, if I do say so myself. Inside it I found some old family photos. I mean old as in they need to be restored.
Such a pleasant find. Smile.