Today the eight year old grey cubbies came tumbling down like the walls of Jericho. Not that I am saying massive piles of sock yarn all over the place is a bad thing, just a bit overwhelming. Jamie helped graciously and Gary went for yet one more new white bookcase. And, like a Phoenix, the sock yarn corner has attained new heights of sock glory. I am done with today. It was only worse when a certain designer who shall remain unnamed, knocked into the same cubbies during the funky fur craze and we had 20 tons of funky fur fall in one massive heap ten minutes before a fashion show. That was awful. Here is a photo of the restoration: