As I was looking through my holiday cards, I realized, "hmm... I can't believe I saved all these cards." They made me smile, and laugh out loud, and some made my eyes water with the beautiful things people have written to me over the years. I also, love greeting cards for the simple beauty - a photograph, a drawing, the sparkles and glitter... along with a string of beautiful words, they are just so special.
Then I opened another box of cards, these were from waaaay back, back to high school where my girl friends would write mini novels in every card, or make them using markers, crayons, whatever we could find around the house. These also made me smile.
Then, I had cards that made me tear, ones that my cousin would write to me when he was little - so little he used a pencil. I also love the cards from my grandparents, my grandmother would always write a little poem inside; she is so talented.
Right next to my box of "high school" cards, was a box of "high school" stuff. I dare not open it. Then I have all these boxes, some half full, some packed so much the top isn't snug.
Because these special boxes live in my closet, I looked at all my stuff. I have a lot of clothes. I have a lot of makeup. I have a lot of jewels. I have a lot of stuff.
Before the new year I told myself I was going to clean out my closet and clear out my magazines, and look where we are and I haven't done a thing. But I will. I'm not sure when -- between work, seeing loved ones, and planned vacations. I will get to it. I think... I might have a problem parting with some stuff. I mean, I really don't need some of this stuff! It's crazy!
Do you ever feel this way? What do you do when you're closet spaces is cramped and your drawers are overflowing, and you have too many boxes to count? I need advice.
Then I opened another box of cards, these were from waaaay back, back to high school where my girl friends would write mini novels in every card, or make them using markers, crayons, whatever we could find around the house. These also made me smile.
Then, I had cards that made me tear, ones that my cousin would write to me when he was little - so little he used a pencil. I also love the cards from my grandparents, my grandmother would always write a little poem inside; she is so talented.
Right next to my box of "high school" cards, was a box of "high school" stuff. I dare not open it. Then I have all these boxes, some half full, some packed so much the top isn't snug.
Because these special boxes live in my closet, I looked at all my stuff. I have a lot of clothes. I have a lot of makeup. I have a lot of jewels. I have a lot of stuff.
Before the new year I told myself I was going to clean out my closet and clear out my magazines, and look where we are and I haven't done a thing. But I will. I'm not sure when -- between work, seeing loved ones, and planned vacations. I will get to it. I think... I might have a problem parting with some stuff. I mean, I really don't need some of this stuff! It's crazy!
Do you ever feel this way? What do you do when you're closet spaces is cramped and your drawers are overflowing, and you have too many boxes to count? I need advice.
2 comments:
I totally hear ya! Because I'm a chronic hoarder myself, and find it really difficult to throw things away :(
It has gotten so bad for me I'm actually placing my stuffs all over my apartment.
My strategy now is to conquer bit by bit. Just one corner a day (on days I'm not too dead after work). So far, I've managed to chuck out empty bottles and jars + their packagings. More to go.. :)
Good luck!
yes, starting small is the way to go, I started with my "junk" stuff and then moved to something a bit more sensitive... clothing! ahhh! but I did it, I even gave away a coat!... yes yes believe it :)
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