Speaking as a clumsy person, this is, like, my nightmare. It reminds me of the (one and only) time I wore my backpack in the bead shop on Enmore Road, and I knocked an entire bowl of itty-bitty seed beads EVERYWHERE. Except they weren’t worth millions, and the guy was just able to vacuum them up.
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.