When the boys were packing for college I instructed them, "Please have your room completely clean before you go. Anything you don't want goes in a bag for DI. If you want to keep it but don't need it at school, pack up a box with your name on it and put it on a shelf in the garage." Seems reasonable don't you think? I finished my lecture with: "Anything that's left I will be throwing in the garbage because I'll assume that you don't want it." It was a fabulous plan! Well it's time to magically change one of the rooms into my sewing room. The bedroom, of course, was not left completely clean - far from it - but true to my plan I was going to throw everything away. Below are a few of the things I found while purging:
When Summer comes they're going to need these:
What mother could throw these away?
There will be luau's - we'll need a shirt!
From the rice fields in the Philippines...
Now tell me how am I supposed to throw away these treasures? This could be an illness and I may need intervention. Can't those people from clean house just come over and take it all away? If I never see it I won't miss it...or will I...it doesn't matter because I have seen it and I would miss it so I have to find a spot for it. Every few years my parents give me a box of my junk that they just couldn't throw away. Things I didn't know I couldn't live without. The circle of life continues.