|Don't get me wrong, I'm not there.|
We're settling nicely into our apartment. We have lots of storage. We're making strategic furniture acquisitions that maximize our ability to keep meaningful, memorable things. It's looking good, Drunkards.
Yet as I look around my personal space, I can see that there are still items I need to discard because they simply don't fit into my current digs.
It's going to be hard.
|Maybe not this hard, but you know...hard.|
1) My vintage clothes collection, which has pieces I treasure but can no longer actually wear because of weight gain.
2) My trove of collectibles from my childhood (like my earliest stuffed animals and my Smokey the Bear bank) that have little inherent value to anyone but me.
3) My enormous stash of fabric, which I may or may not ever make into wearable clothing but which represents a huge emotional and financial investment in owning things I love.
Which should go, readers? Or which should stay? I don't know quite what to do.
I promise I'll let you know what I decide, based on your advice. So please chime in. My still-cluttered bedroom thanks you.