I’ve cleaned out and thrown out almost without mercy. I’ve given away clothes, shoes and handbags to the Salvation Army and Safe Harbor. I spent a half-day in space bag hell trying to make more storage space. FYI: space bags are great for a lot of things, like when I travel, but they don’t work for everything.
My soon-to-be sister-in-law, who loves antiques and trolls flea markets for all kinds of neat old things, said she’d be so happy to have the doilies that my mother crocheted seventy years ago; I can let them go because I know they’ll be with someone who really wants them. I feel better when I know they are going to someone who appreciates them.
Still, I’ve struggled with too many old things – like the white poncho my aunt made for me when I was a kid. I never wore it. I don’t know if it was the yarn or the stitch or the size of the needles but the poncho was thick, bulky and white. I felt like I looked like a beached whale when I out it on. Yet my aunt made it just for me, so STILL I can’t throw it out. And I don’t know what to do with the hand-crocheted bedspread that Joseph’s aunt sent me about ten years ago when she was cleaning and purging her house.
These things are sentimental favorites, but I have to let things go. Does anyone have any suggestions? Like, for those of you who know about knitting, is there a way to pull it apart so someone can use the yarn?
Anyone have any good ideas about what else I can do with some of those sentimental things? What have you done – emotionally and physically – so you can lighten your storage closet?