It started with the Christmas decorations, which by the way, only fit into one tub. I have limited space so that's a "have to".
I've been housing my daughters childhood mementos for quite some time, but when they have lived here longer than she has, it's time to go. I need the space. I was digging out the tubs and came up with 4 and I'm not finished yet. I have the upstairs closet to go and I know there is at least one small tub to fill.
I've tried to contact her to tell her it's time, I think she senses it because she never has time to talk. It's going to be a shocker when I deliver these goodies to her.
Growing up and moving out means taking your belongings with you.
|magazine from 70's great condition|
I believe if you must collect things, use them if you can. My favorite of collectibles are lamps and chairs. I love my Occupied Japan Pagoda lamp, I have a Nubian Slave lamp from the fifties as well, but right now it's in the "I'm not sure what to do with it pile".
Eclectic is used to the letter, not only am I housing my Pagoda lamp but I also a pottery lamp, one of my first, which I believe may be Bauer. In case you are wondering, Bauer was not as well known as Fiesta, but is just as popular in some circles.
I have what I call my cowboy chair, with stretched hide and wooden slats that remind me of a plentiful version of Sizzlelean. I've considered parting with it from time to time but it's a part of my odd family. Roseville wall pockets from family that I had to fight tooth and nail to get from some greedy people taking care of my mother in her last days hangs gracefully on my wall. Those are staying no matter what, there's principal hanging there.
A Geographical school map is framed showing me what an ocean looks like as well as hill and dale and all in those dreamy vintage greens and yellows.
I love my stuff so I suppose my kids get it honest in holding on to their things. I taught them not everything is to be tossed on a whim.
|vintage purses and sunglasses|
I knew when it was time to start clearing things out of my home in recent days when a little girl visited and in all of her 6 1/2 years thought I needed a garage sale when looking in my spare room. Out of the mouths of babes. It was time. I started by way of photos awhile back, and in the electronic age, we really don't need as many in our possession as we used to.
I look at it this way, the more I rid myself of, the more I can acquire once again , because, "it's in my blood."