Big fat September Vogue, it is November now. But I can't quite quit you yet.
Big puffy chair, how did it happen that you are now the dog's chair? He doesn't even read. At least as far as I know.
How do you know if a paper is important enough to keep? How?
Big garbage bag of stuff, I just threw you away without a backward look. Well, with a mere backward glance. Half a glance.
Big bag of stuff, I'm not sure what I've just thrown away!
I need to put the books I've bought but haven't read in a place. A "Books to Read" corner. Whence I would repair upon my leisure to read and peruse. And whatnot. Perhaps when I am old, or when I am dead.