Downsizing, decluttering, whatever you call it, is hard. Today I gave away 38 pounds of clothes and recycled 18 pounds of old bedding. Taking these pictures was supposed to help me let go, but now I am mired in a swamp of reminiscence. It is interesting and fun, despite the occasional tear in my eye, and the process has opened my teary eyes to my relationship with clothes: In my mind, I wear nothing but jeans and turtlenecks. Apparently that has not always been the case.
As a side bonus, I am very pleased that I was able to create a tweaked NGG template that displays the title as well as description with thumbnails in the compact gallery view. NGG resisted, but I overcame. I feel like a fucking genius.