I don't need a near death experience to make my life flash before my eyes, all I need to do is unpack the mountains of boxes sitting all over my house. I have moved so many times I never managed to unpack all the boxes after the moves, so as I work my way through them now, I find boxes of cloths I used to wear in Italy, in Texas, in Washington, some so old I made them while still living in England. Each box, with its cloths, takes me back to the time and place where I wore them. Each one is a surprise, my, I had forgotten I had that, well, so that's where that has been all these years. Some are so small I can't believe I used to fit into them. They go upstairs, for after I lose enough weight to fit into them again. I wanted to post a picture, but my camera is acting up again and Michelle is not available, so no picture for now.