Skip to main content

Another Mystery

While spring cleaning the kitchen cabinets I needed a utensil drawer organizer that I'd lent to Kat for her apartment, and went out to search through the bins of her stuff to find it. In the process I found these two bins marked as my stuff that have probably been sitting in the garage for a couple of years now. I can't remember what I put in either of them (thank you, old age.) Let's look through one of them today, shall we?

I save everything people give me -- I find it almost impossible to toss or donate something that was a gift, especially books -- as well as cards, letters, programs, report cards, etc. That constituted about 95% of this bin, and a lot of it was from my mom (hence the really hideous yellow Clark's sign.)

Lots of miscellaneous junk, too. There was a manuscript copy of a novel I wrote way back in the eighties, of which an electronic copy does not exist, so I should probably keep that. The plastic fan was one my grandmother gave me, if I remember right. She had a thing for fans.

I still have every letter and card readers sent me as fan mail. How can I throw that away? Sigh.

One photo turned up that made me smile. This is me being made an NCO (Sergeant) in the Air Force, way back in 1980. :) Stop by tomorrow to see what's in bin #2.

Labels:

Comments

Maria Zannini said…
Look how baby-faced you were! So pretty too! When did you leave the Service?

I'm not begrudging your baby face. I look at some old pictures of mine when I got married and now I know why our parents thought we were too young to move away. We looked like babies.
February 8, 2023 at 6:04 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Love Means This

Invested in a couple of hand-dyed bundles from one of my favorite fabric artists. This one said "Make me into something for Valentine's Day." So I went for a quilted and embellished tote. I kept thinking about what love means to me as I worked on it. Here's the finished tote. Although I was tempted to embellish with beads and pins, I got sick and only felt well enough to do a little stitching every night. As I worked I thought about how often love seems disappointing to us, especially when it fails to live up to our expectations. But now that I've experienced love in many forms, I can say that it's made me a better person than I might have been without it. Love is a precious thing, and should be appreciated in all its forms. I am very grateful for the love of my guy, my child and my friends who have stuck with me all these years. That's you two, in case you're wondering. :) Also finally found something to do with a ve...
1 comment
Read more

Other Stashes

Along with clearing out the spare bedroom and tidying my office and our guest bedroom, I decided to reorganize some of my stashes. This is all the yarn I have on hand, sorted by color. It looks like a lot, but lately I've been using up a minimum of half a bin every month, so this is approximately a year's supply. All of my solid color cotton perle thread. I go through a lot of this every year, too. I need a container in which I can fit all of it together, but I haven't found the right one yet. I won't show you all of my fabric -- I'm still reorganizing this stash -- but I went through everything and donated two bins of fabric I won't need to the local quilter's guild.
Post a Comment
Read more

Store Closing Haul

The mega Books-A-Million store over in Sanford is closing, and offered an extra 20% off on their current stock -- all sales final -- so I went over to do some shopping. Safely but sadly there was no one in the store but me the entire time I was there. The Holly Jackson novel is for Katherine, the Halloween board book is for Oliver, and the copy of Garden Spells is to keep on hand because I give that book to everyone. The rest of the books are for me. I love Anne Cleeves, and the Galbraith novel sounded interesting (the first couple weren't, but I'm willing to take another chance.) The Escape Room is by a new-to-me author, plus it was cheap. The GreenCraft mag is just a guilty pleasure. Hopefully the smaller BAM nearer to me won't close. I don't buy many books from brick-and-mortar stores these days, but that's really the last one within reasonable driving distance.
2 comments
Read more