Finding Stuff But Loosing Others

Eileen reminded me this morning, by email, that husbands have just as much stash as we do, only their stash stays in the garage. I did think about that for a while and decided that maybe my stash could be rethought somehow into "looking" like something that we really needed. You know, the way men do that so well! We have lots of things that "look" like they are needed, even if they are only used once a year. Now, while this seems to me like unnecessary "stuff", somehow in his mind it all must be needed at some point. I guess in the scope of things, my little stash seems insignificant at this point. I do think I'll go easy on the trash can!

I spent the last two days unloading boxes with my daughter's help. I really do have a lot of stuff and I'll be the first one to admit it now. I had three big boxes of keepsakes from my pre-wedding life. Yep, that's right. Three boxes of them. All of the kid vacation, high school memories, first prom stuff. I even have my first Villager purse, remember them?

I also have my Brownie camera still in the original box and a roll of film in there. I have my two girl scout sashes, both with badges covering them. One was the
Junior, one was the Cadette.

I have my first piggy bank, pictured. You can even see where I tore the top to get the coins put. I also have the first Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls that I made as a teenager when I left my barbie clothes design/ sew phase. Do you see my problem? How can I throw out those memories? They are too precious.

I saved most of it yesterday but I did toss a few things and my daughter took a lot- I guess she has the gene also. I'm a emotional hoarder. My mom keeps giving me things of hers that remind me of my childhood and there's just no letting go. My sister's don't have the same attachment to any of it. Why is that, do you suppose?

Next weekend, we're going through the boxes of saved things post-wedding. I know I have clipping of babies first haircuts, lots of albums and baby clothes, including Sarah's first bikini she wore when she was 18 months. It should get interesting.

Thanks for hanging out with me through the transition. I wouldn't have guessed that moving a household and warehouse would be this time consuming. Especially when I have help with the warehouse! It's coming right along though. We've been shipping orders this week and only had a few delays of items that we couldn't find! I know they're here- just where are they hiding?

We'll start the drawing again next weekend. I need a little time to find some special things. I'm feeling like the first one for February will be for a finished item. I also plan to release a couple new Cross Stitch charts soon. They're almost ready. Stay tuned.

Kids and Grandkids

Sarah and Grace were playing around the other day and I got a good picture. Grace is quite the little story teller these days. She always has something to tell me about. I just love it when she comes in and yells "Nana".

I came across a picture this morning of my son Kirk, eating an ice cream cone when he was about 2 years old. His hair was so blonde and curly that I just couldn't bring myself to cut it until he was almost 4. He has a son Nathan with absolutely straight blonde hair. Not a curl on his little head. How does that happen? All my kids were curly toe heads, as my uncle Harold would call them!

Today is the last day for Week 3 of the Scavenger Hunt, drawings will happen in the morning. If you haven't already sent them, get your answers emailed to me today. Have a great day!

Pork & Beans

I was reminded this morning of my old doll that I had as a child. Her name was Pork & Beans. Obviously, I loved pork and beans so much as a child that I named my favorite doll after the food. When I was 6 years old, I had the doll sitting on the space heater in our home when my older sister turned it on.

The doll's leg melted and of course I totally fell apart, crying and carrying on so. My mom was a quick thinker though. She promptly bandaged her foot and leg with gauze and tape just like the doctor would do it and I took care of her for the rest of my childhood.

I kept that old bandage on there, as nasty as it got, for 20 years until the 80's, when my daughter started playing with her. Now, I think it's time to introduce Pork & Beans to my 2 year old grand daughter Grace! I have a feeling she will really like her.