I think I have mentioned that I was thinking about starting a project. Today, we began. Notice the first sentence is I, I, I, and the next sentence is WE. My poor Hubby. Trust me when I tell you there is no turning back now. Hubby and I emptied the attic this afternoon. It needs flooring, the eaves closed off and all boxes need to be sorted into plastic bins.
What were we thinking? It was all messy and hidden, and should have been left alone.
This is all leading up to a bedroom switcharoo, painting and organizing. Sounds like a lot of work to me.
Why do we keep the things that we do?
Jerrie recently wrote about this subject. Sometimes I keep things for years and then suddenly give them away. I don't know why.
First up, boxes of my hat collection. After college I furnished my apartments with garage sale finds and while shopping for furniture I bought ladies' hats. Some are cute, some pretty, some are in bad shape. All are in jeopardy of getting the boot.

After graduating from high school my parents gave me luggage. I still have the weekend case. This suitcase has been to college, visited friends' parents on weekends, gone to the Bahamas, New York City, Hawaii over and over, on my honeymoon, to Disney Land and World, to the hospital for a surgery and when I had my babies. It's last trip was to Las Vegas where my sisters-in-law made fun of the relic. My dear MIL bought me luggage for my next birthday. I use the new but just can't give up my American Tourister Weekender.

Before we were married I wrote Hubby many love letters. They're sweet.

I have a stack of Holly Hobby plates from my bedroom when I was growing up. And I am saving these, why?

My Cinderella charm bracelet from Disneyland. And my Mickey Mouse ears with 'Tami' embroidered on the back.

I came across a pack of Valentines that Max received from his first grade class. Okay, now this is sweet. Cassidy is his special valentine NoW.

These are my Dale and Dawn dolls. I made them clothes from my Mom's sewing scraps. Wasn't polyester great? No hemming!

The decision making is exhausting. The memories are priceless. There is more but I'll stop for now...