Trash and Treasure

First, an update.

You guys gave me some fantastic advice regarding what to do with the sash from my sister-in-law's wedding. I really appreciate all your comments and suggestions. You rock.

Here's what I actually decided to do.

That's a pile of random crap I'm throwing away,
including a pink tie-dye Snuggie.

I just got tired of weighing the pros and cons of keeping it, which to me was a sign that a) I was giving it way too much power over me or b) it wasn't something I felt strongly about either way, in which case my priority became to rid myself of maximum clutter.

I really liked the idea of somehow repurposing the sash, as some of you suggested. But at the end of the day, it's a piece of plaid taffeta. I'm just not sure what I could have made with it that wouldn't look like a Pinterest fail, and not even a funny one.

So off it goes.

Next, um, another update.

ChrisS tells me that the strange item I found among my possessions is in fact a pair of hookah tongs. They are used to "pierce the foil" and "move the coals." These are phrases that mean nothing to me, except perhaps in reference to making Jiffy Pop at a cookout.

It's not that I haven't smoked exotic substances in my day. It's just that a hookah seems like something a stoned me would be destined to break, spill, and/or hurt myself with, possibly all in a single clumsy motion. So I've avoided ever having to use one.

ChrisS, if you really want it, it's yours. I'll put it in the "don't throw away" pile until I can get it to you.

That would be the pile that doesn't include tie-dye Snuggies or old washing-machine manuals.

And finally...nope, that's it.