I keep stuff.
Like. . . . .
my red wooden car that my mom tole painted for me with my name as the license plate.
and
my baby blessing dress (which is pink -- talk to my mom about that) and my baptism dress
and
letters and notes that I wrote to my dad as a child. He returned them to me (aka: he was going to throw them away and I knew that someday he would want to be reminded how tendr and nis I thought he was so I kept them so I can give them back to him when he is more sentimental and less dejunking)
and
a pillow I made when I was 6 or 7 of a hippopotamus. I had a hippo obsession for a while. Good thing I'm over that phase.
and
old race bibs. all of them. even the ones that probably should be destroyed because of miserable experiences, but I keep them.
and
notes my students write me.
and
pictures they draw
and
the first porcelain doll that I ever saved my money up to buy. She is not cute, but I paid like a years worth of allowance for her (like $12) and she was my pride and joy.
and
these weird gnome looking ceramic things that were in my room when I was a baby
and
my personal progress book from when I was in yw.
and
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Exhibit A: Nightgown today: This would make some really great lingerie right!? |
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exhibit b: me as a child wearing the nightgown (Kristin looks jealous, I think the lingerie making idea is a must)
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See weird gnome things. . . I can't bring myself to throw them away. |
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Porcelain doll (I wonder if she had a name!?) |
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baby blessing dress and baptism dress (I think the pink obsession started young) |
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Iron on art at its very best. |
Maybe now that I have pictures of some of these items that will give me the courage I need to toss them. They can live on digitally. . . . What do you keep around that really should just be thrown away?
7 comments:
I don't have that problem...I throw everything away. It's probably because we have moved so many times. I am keeping more of Stella's stuff, though. BTW, I totally had those weird gnome things too...but I threw them away!
I am totally totally laughing. I can't wait to hear what Eric thinks about this. It's like on Fever Pitch when they talk about the boyfriend that saved all his hair from all of his haircuts....so everyone has a weird quirky hidden treasure. Now I just have to discover which is mine!
I can't throw a thing away. Geoff throws EVERYTHING away. SNIFF!
I give you permission to throw those things (and any other things that are cluttering up your life) away. Does that help? I know it was extremely freeing to me when my mom gave me permission to throw stuff away while I was unpacking after we moved (11 years ago). I kind of want to move again, so maybe I should de-junk and throw away before we move this time so there is less to move.
Also, my blessing dress was pink too. And I still have my baptism dress. It was white and I was actually baptized in it. LadyBug wore it for about two hours after she was baptized and then the next day to church. See, keeping something for 30 years isn't such a bad thing. I made her blessing dress when I was in High School as a project for my sewing class my senior year. It was a good 12 years old before it was ever used.
If that isn't a mixed message about keeping vs. tossing, I don't know what is. How about this: keep the memories but get rid of the clutter. Maybe you can sell the gnomes on eBay.
xo -E
i love the pillow, i need to do one with Myleigh and see if she keeps it for a while. ;D
After reading this blog post I am wondering if I am getting more than I expected with Amber. I guess her good looks comes with a nightgown, gnome, doll, and a little pillow. I guess that is not so bad. :)
Eric
Oh Eric. . . . You are getting so much more than you could ever hope or dream for with me. You can sleep with tne doll and pillow when you come to visit if you want, but the nightgown is off limits. . . . .
I love it all, especially the gnome and the pillow. My vote is to save the dresses at least and maybe the nightgown. Your little girls will probably think it is as awesome as you did!
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