under construction


You know how, when you’re cleaning out the fridge and need to *really* scrub down every bit of the inside, and you’ve taken the *entire* contents out and they’re spread across every counter and surface imaginable and it’s crazy and chaotic and a giant disaster, but you know that in the end, it will be pristine and beautiful and so very worth it? Yeah…that. So bear w me while I find where my internet-ian jar of pickles went. Thanks.