Today we ventured into the top of my wardrobe to de-clutter – somewhere which hasn’t been touched since we moved in.
We had a wonderful afternoon unveiling old treasures from my childhood… art work, stories, photos and so many beanie babies. We had such a good time laughing and remembering so I thought I would share a few of my favourite pieces.
Photos from when I was just over a week old.
The caption reads ‘Asleep again, Juliet is giving me a rest’
Clearly an artist in the making here… although I am a fan of the colour scheme.
Experimenting with texture – the cat rather liked this one.
‘This flower smells eggstra eggstrodinary!’. It has become apparent upon reading this eggstrodinary card that from a young age I found my own jokes much funnier than others did – I still laugh at my own jokes 😀
This one was my favourite that I saw during this clean out.
I also found an unfinished short story I’d like to share… I wish I’d finished it because it’s rather intriguing.
‘Once upon a time, there was a boy called Sam. It was bed time at number 24 Springfield. Sam crept down the stairs, he could hear his mother and father talking about building a time machine. Sams father turned away and walked off into the shed so sam turned back and went to bed. In the morning he hid in the cupboards, his mother thought he had gone to school. When his Mother and Father went off to work Sam crawled out from the cupboard, he was hungry so got himself some breakfast before wandering into the shed. There was a huge box in the shed. Sam knew what it was – a time machine! Sam thought it wouldn’t hurt if he went in and had a try. When he went in he saw lots of little buttons with numbers and symbols on them, Sam pressed START. The machine then asked him to press a number so sam pressed SIX. Sam’s Mother always told him about her life growing up in the 1950’s and he has seen photos of her back then… The door opened. He was somewhere very different now, but he spotted someone familiar. It was his Mum. Sam ran up to his Mum she said “go away shorty!” Sam said “but, but… but Ma it’s me, your son” Sams mother replied “I don’t have a son. Stop it, just go away you’re such a pest!” Sam felt like such a nobody… his own mother couldn’t recognise him. Everybody stared and laughed at same, oh no he wasn’t wearing the right fashions. He ran to the time machine, when he got there somebody was inside. It was a hippy… The hippy said “Come with me to heaven” Sam tried to tell the hippy that this was not an elevator to heaven, it was a time machine but it was too late the weird hippy already pressed number TEN. The time machine didn’t move, it didn’t stay either. How annoying, they were stuck in thin air”That’s all I have of the story… maybe one day I’ll finish it off.
We did part ways with alot of the toys and made headway with other items. When de-cluttering sentimental items it may be better to use the gently, gently approach rather than our usual ruthlessness. Besides, in all our de-cluttering and getting rid of stuff, it’s nice when you come across those few items that have personal values attached to them. There are some things worth keeping.
What are some of your favourite childhood memories you’ve found when cleaning up?
Little Pop
P.s. We were hesitant in throwing out the Beanie Babies… we aren’t sure if they’re worth anything. If you have any knowledge on this subject matter we’d love to hear from you!