I really didn't like third grade, but sometimes, for just a brief moment, I wish I was back there. For no other reason than to hear someone ask me around a crowded dinner table, "So, Angi, what did you do today?" If someone asked me that right now, the answer would sound something like this: "I played with sequined octopi, high-heeled teapots and drag queen poodles. I pushed around boxes of umbrella-wielding frogs and courted royal mice, resplendent in crowns and scepters. I danced with faeries, cavorted with jesters then had tea with Alice." No one would believe me, but indeed, that's exactly what happened in the Duirwaigh storage facility today. In fact, for the past several days I've been sorting through the madness as we prepare our business, our home and our lives for a cross-country move. Now I have no idea when in the next year that move will come, but we're preparing the way. I'll tell you right now I'm a fiendish collector of all things Wonderland. Well, not just Wonderland. I'm a collector of all things wondrous--anything that transports me Otherwhere. My collecting got so wild I had to share it with others. So not only did I grow my own collection, but adopted a rather huge menagerie of enchanted objects and wonderments for sale through the Duirwaigh circus. Soon my passion outmaneuvered my space and so...it would take nothing short of an "I think I can" train to move all the paraphenalia. I've decided some of these goodies would rather have new homes than to be closed up in dark boxes and transported across the country to, perhaps, yet another storage facility where they won't see the light of day.