My Love-Hate Relationship with Stuff

I opened the closet door . . . . . . . . .

I love stuff. I hate stuff. Why do I keep it? Is it because I will lose the past or is it because I fear the future without it? Will I need it someday? Am I too sentimental?

It's funny the stuff we choose to keep and the stuff that we can let go. One man's trash is another man's treasure. All this stuff would not have the same meaning for you as it does for me.

Why have I kept a bunch of sewing patterns?

Is it because this is a connection to my mother? She made a costume for my first baton twirling competition. It was like the blue one on the pattern but she made it out of shiny silver beaded fabric. I remember my parents watching my routine as I twirled my heart out to the song "Wendy" by the Association. Every time it comes on the radio it takes me back to that day.

My mother was a really good seamstress. Quite the perfectionist when it came to sewing. Her and I made these stuffed animals when she was trying to teach me to sew. I went on to make my own clothes by the time I was in 8th grade. Do they even offer Home Economics class is schools anymore? No Future Homemakers of America now, cook your own dinner or make reservations.

 

I have also kept patterns of outfits I made for my own kids. Here is the pattern for Kendra's little Raggedy Ann costume.

 

 

 

It's time to let it all this stuff go. It's time to take back some space. It's time to take back the closet. When you have lived in the same house as long as I have there is a lot of STUFF.  It's time to say adios, goodbye, happy trails . . . . . so long. You have served your purpose and gave me some great memories.

 

 

By the way, after clearing it all out . . . . . . I found I have this big closet in my house.