If you’ve been reading my recent comments, you know that I’ve been cleaning out closets and my storage room to get items for the church garage sale. I’ve purged these places many times, in the last twenty years, but this time is different. My son has graduated, my daughter has turned twenty-one and the remnants of the school years need to go. This has been a painful and arduous process! I am sentimental and also practical. I always think I’ll have use for something so I have a hard time letting go of it. Well, I took a deep breath and dove in to this project, many years in the making, and made some interesting discoveries along the way.
Yes, I am sentimental and I have the “stuff” to prove it! Exhibit A – my majorette boots from high school! Why do I have these? Do I plan on marching in a parade and twirling my baton anytime soon?
Exhibit B – in the same tub are many of my college papers. Speaking of antiques, they were typed on something few may remember – an electric typewriter! I can still see where I used white-out! Boy, do kids have it easy these days.
Exhibit C – tubs of the kid’s clothes, of various ages and sizes, that I couldn’t part with. Many are the dresses that look like the ones from those “Kiddie” pageant shows. Ashton, I’m sorry I tortured you but you definitely paid me back during the teen years.
Speaking of tubs, I love containers. I notice that I have containers for my containers; this seems to scream that I have a problem. I like being organized which also means that The Container Store is quite heavenly as is the container aisle at Target.
Speaking of Target, I love the dollar aisle too. I don’t really need anything there but it’s filled with “stuff” I might have a use for…someday.
I’ve been looking through old photos with Austin and we came across one of me in the 80’s. Honestly, I marvel at how I got my hair that enormous. It’s not a hairstyle but rather, a work of art. I loved the 80’s.
I finally admit it! I have way too many Longaberger baskets. Isn’t the first step admitting you have a problem? Is there a “Basket Collectors Anonymous”? Please don’t tell my husband or he’ll start one.
If your heart can be seen in your treasures, mine must be throwing kids parties. I could honestly open my own party store. Interestingly enough, I’ve only thrown a handful of “big people parties” so what does that say? Hmm…kids are way more fun.
A container of parent books – how to do everything, craft anything, discipline anything, plan and organize anything, and execute said plan, just to name a few. However, judging by the bookmarks, I was too busy parenting to read most of these parenting books.
Some of my stuff is just plain tacky and somewhat odd – I have football helmets that hold chips and dip, bowls that look like swimming pools, an aqua platter in the shape of a fish, and a taco holder that looks like a football field…yep, garage sale.
With all our travels, over the years, I have three shelves of luggage. There’s a bag for any and every type of trip: overseas, under the sea, domestic, carry-on, road-trip, hunting trip, camping trip, long trip, short trip, and two giant duffle bags that we call “the body bags”.
Found a container of the kid’s schoolwork and refrigerator art that I’ve kept through the years. Should I choose a few pieces and discard the rest? Can I do that while imagining those little fingers that created this work with great effort and pride? The lid is going back on for now…I don’t have the heart for it.
Ah, the container of Ashton’s Barbie collection. She’d never take the dolls out of the box which is odd when you think about it. I am staring at one of the Barbie Dolls that happened to be the hot ticket for Christmas one year. I was one of those moms that waited in line before the store opened, clawed my way to the door, ran like the wind to the Barbie aisle and shamefully jumped up and down when I conquered all others and got the goods. If only the theme from “Rocky” had been playing, the moment would’ve been complete.
Speaking of doing things I never thought I’d do, I also was desperate for the first Nintendo DS that Austin wanted for Christmas one year. I combed through every store, called people I knew all over the country and finally resorted to eBay (And for that, Chad I thank you). Winning that bid was like winning the lottery and seeing Austin’s face, when he opened it, was like cashing the check. God moves mountains for us too.
Why do I have a box of Valentine cards? I have SpongeBob, Pokemon, Disney, Barbie, Looney Tunes, ‘N Sync, and Spice Girls. There are no more Valentine parties where sweet little cards are exchanged. Actually, there is no more ‘N Sync or Spice Girls either. I loved the 90’s.
Easter box is next. I seem to buy Easter grass every year and now I have a tub of it. Any clever ideas for Easter grass use? I could make bird nests, zany wigs, line a hamster cage but don’t have a hamster, stuff a mattress if it were 1895, or carpet the garage. Note to self: do not buy anymore Easter grass from the dollar aisle at Target.
Fall decorations – what can I say? I love fall and obviously love craft shops as well. Time to get rid of the cutesy scarecrows, fake pumpkins and well, lots of junk. I always threw a fall party for kids called the “Hallelujah Party” so they could dress up in costumes, have a bonfire and hayride, and get loads of candy.
Speaking of costumes, I came across that box and between my son and daughter they dressed up as: Elvis, Fairy Princess, Buzz Lightyear, Pocahontas, Captain John Smith, Ballerina, Jan Brady, Scooby-Doo, Fred Flintstone, Princess Jasmine, Aladdin, Ash Ketchum of Pokemon, Dexter of Dexter’s Laboratory, Sandy from Grease, Molly from American Girl, and okay…this is getting to be too much. I hear Barbara Streisand singing “Memories, light the corners of my mind...”
She’s still singing…“misty, water-colored memories of the way we were. Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind, smiles we gave to one another…the way we were.” I loved that movie…I loved the 70’s.
Newlywed years, Baby years, toddler years, elementary years, teenage years, high school years, college years…I’ve loved every year.