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Friday, March 16, 2007

Parade of misfit clutter

I confess. I had coffee with a friend this morning, but I went back to sorting/thrashing about this afternoon. I went through some letters today, a sure show-stopper because I want to sit right down in the mire and reread them. (I am easily thrown off task.) I stopped after I read the first card, a sweet note written for my high school graduation by the boy that would break my heart just a couple weeks later. When he broke up with me that summer, I held this card and kept trying to pick up on some clue, the way you do when you feel duped. I am 36 and still can't decipher any secret code that should have tipped me off. Oh well. Some things are better left behind.

Here is some of the crap I have been toting around through moves, roommates - time immemorial:

Dead flowers from the '80s

Dead flowers from formals and homecoming. I am especially horrified by the blue fan 'bouquet' from the Sandy Mt. Days (my hometown).

Fantasy Grrrl guitar

This is the guitar Greg gave me when I decided that I didn't want to be a groupie anymore - I wanted to be a grungy rockstar. I can't part with it or play it. Very useful.

Prom dress '89

Nothing says prom like lots of lace. I will have to elaborate more of this fine gem later.

Camera graveyard

Don't forget my graveyard of old 35 mms. And the Polaroid camera. I used it to take daily (expensive) pictures to journal with for about 2 minutes. Ah, the early 'blog' years.

Who Song and Larry apron

And my favorite by far. This is the apron I wore when I was 20 years-old and worked for a rowdy Mexican restaurant - the kind you actually audition for. I can't sing or act, but somehow I got the job. THE APRON STILL HAS SALSA ON IT. (I still can't part with it.)

No wonder my kids don't feel compelled to clean their room.

*Some of my pictures don't seem to be rotated right. But. When I tried to fix them in Flickr, they appear to be okay. If they don't self-correct by the weekend, I promise I will whip up a nasty hex and punish them accordingly.

7 comments:

stephanie said...

Are we good enough friends yet that you will allow me to come over and dispose of the blue fan (and dead flowers! Very bad Qi, you know)? Because I would do that for you; I'm an objective, non-emotional party who cares about your sanity. Ugly things should go, especially once you have pictures to remind you of the memories behind them. Someone, somewhere, is dying for that teal lace dress...

Lisa said...

You are a true friend, staging an intervention for me. After posting these pictures, I realize I am a hovering in the crazy/baglady category and must change my sentimental and pathetic ways. I am motivated by my parents' and grandparents' 30+ years of stuff threatening to take over. (They have barns.) And I don't want Lexi to continue down her 'I know it is broken, but I want to keep it...' road.

And no one will ever want that dress.

stu said...

Our utility trailer has sides so I could help take a very large load to the dump/goodwill. Good luck with the cleansing...

scribbit said...

Nothing says 80s like teal lace and taffeta :)

If only it had a bubble skirt now too . . .

Oh, The Joys said...

OMG. You totally can't get rid of the fan or the green dress - - you can wear them together for Halloween and SURELY come up with some cool makeup...

Anonymous said...

So funny - I actually remember you wearing that dress with your big hair up to the side. You were beautiful...for 1989! The dress from Sandy Mountain Days was even worse - do you still have it? I think the mall is taking donations for less fortunate girls since Prom season is coming!!

Your Sister,
Lori

Anonymous said...

"OMG. You totally can't get rid of the fan or the green dress - - you can wear them together for Halloween and SURELY come up with some cool makeup... " I could only wish!...now where is my...camcorder....ahh, there it is.