So we’ll start with the bottom drawer of my wardrobe. Because it sums up what is problematic about myself and every storage area I have.
So here is the drawer. As you can see everything is folded neatly and I can easily find what I want. This is meant to be my socks and singlet drawer. And they are in there somewhere. See there’s a singlet right on top.
Along with my christening dress. So the question is. Do I really need or want my christening dress. I’m not talking a family heirloom here. Just a grubby yellowing little dress with a bit of nice lace on it. Do I need to take this with me to the new house? Or do I toss it in the bin? Hard decisions people.
Well I’m not throwing this away yet. I’ll hang on to it for a few more years then give it to Lizzie so she can cart it around herself. When Lizzie was about four she decided that her name would be Smokie Mama. I can’t remember why. It went on to become Hokie and now her father just calls her Ho. He has to remember not to call her that in public or in front of friends. Anyway I made her this t shirt and she used to wear it all the time with this enormous pink headpiece.
And then I have what I’m guessing is one of my first camera’s. I don’t know if I want to keep this or not. And if not what to do with it. Do you just toss it in the bin? Seems a shame.
And then we have this funny little drawstring bag that I think Lloyd made for me about 18 years ago. It makes me feel itchy just looking at it. You just know that as soon as you throw something one of your kids made you away that they’re going to ask you if you still have it.
So this is the sort of stuff I keep. You don’t even want to see my office shelves. I’m not kidding, my christening cards are in there somewhere.
So what stays and what goes?