Got this safe with our new house. I tested it out during the LA fires with my favorite books. It wouldn't open because the pins were sticky (should have been my clue to not use it) and the handle ended up getting stripped. So my nephew decided to open it up for me during his visit. 🤪
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
