The hubby brought a few more boxes in from the garage. I was able to cut through one box filled with purses, grocery bags, old laptop bags, etc. A second box didn’t belong to me and had to be put back. A third box contained my old journals, old pictures and negatives from high school, and a couple of porcelain dolls. Well, I took out the dolls and displayed them, much to the horror of my kids. I even found a shoebox of the hi8’s containing footage of the summer I spent in the Philippines when I was in college. It would be interesting to see what’s on those tapes.
I was able to dispose of half of the box. The items no longer inspired the memories and joy that they once had. I couldn’t get rid of the journals, though, so I left the box half filled. I have three other boxes waiting for me to sift through.
The problem is that these are really bad boxes to go through. One of the boxes consist of my youngest’s baby clothes. That will probably be easily cut in half. Now that the kids are 14 and 10, we do not have much left from when they were babies. But it took some time giving things away and I still find stuff that I can’t get rid of because they just look too dang cute. But everytime I go through that old baby stuff, I get rid of more and more. The other two boxes are much harder. They are the photos and memorabilias and kids’ school projects from 2008-2010.
I used to scrapbook but in 2006 I was caught up. That meant that I had scrapbooked all the pictures that I wanted to scrapbook and documented all the moments of my kids’ lives through that point that I wanted to. So I took up a new hobby: quilting. Well, since then, I don’t remember the last time I scrapbooked. But I’ve been keeping all the stuff (report cards, cards, random pictures that happened to be printed, brochures, etc.) chronologically in boxes for the time I decide to start scrapbooking again. I was tempted to tell the hubby to put these last 2 boxes back but I persevered. I’m sure I can cull down those boxes. I know I kept everything because I was afraid to throw something away that I might want for the scrapbook. Maybe, I might find the time to scrapbook a page here and there?