As I have mentioned a few times before, I sell second hand jewellery to support a number of charities. I love doing it, and my husband is very tolerant of every nook cranny and spare drawer in the house and garage being filled with sparkly things.
On Wednesday I'm taking jewellery to a local retirement village, invited by a friend who lives there. It involves quite a lot of work, as each place I go to is different, and I can't haul everything each time, so I select and sort and arrange on trays.
Today I imposed on Junior Ginger's bedroom. He somehow managed to squeeze in a nap, surrounded by tray upon tray of costume jewellery.
Not much of a guard cat I'm afraid.
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