This is an Office Valet. I’ve wanted one for the last year. When I was dropping Trena’s serger off at ‘THE’ repair shop, they had this one on sale. For $25. And, they delivered it to my house.
Best of all? It’s a Gingher branded product. I didn’t even know they were based in Pennsylvania. Scranton. Heh. Can you hear Scranton without thinking about the US version of The Office? I assume Gingher gave them out to companies who sold their product.
I’ll use it for guests since my hall closet is stuffed with all my coats (and some new additions from my new housemate)
I spotted one of these at a city government building back in April and immediately started searching for them on line. They were popping up online. For $225. I tried to get the agency to surplus it to me. They were not having it. So, big old SCORE for ME!
Things are moving along here at Casa Rosensamuelfeld. Still looks like a hoarder house as we merge two households. There is way more laundry now and the food bill has doubled… In (my) big news, I decided not to change my name. I tried out a second last name for three weeks and it just seemed strange to me. Maybe because I married older. Maybe because it was the name I was born with and it felt so odd to be referred to by a different name. The Husband was like, ‘it’s your name. Do you want you want. I wouldn’t want to change my name.’ I’m attached to my name not just because it’s mine. But, also because it’s a very British name. And, Jamaica (my father’s home country) was a UK territory. My mom’s maiden name is a very Scottish name. Which speaks to Grenada being settled by the Scots. My last name to me speaks to our history as Caribbean people. So, I kept it. Trust, I wont’ be upset by being referred to as Mrs. R. I think it’s cute. But, legally, professionally and mostly socially, I’m keeping my name. Plus, I have years and years to change my mind again