I'm the sort of person that gets attached to things. I'm sentimental. I was reading a blog by Octavine Illustration and started thinking... actually, more pondering as to why some people attach themselves to tangible things from their lives and some do not. It seems that my memories get wrapped up and tangled amongst pieces of paper, bits of jewelry, photos, fabrics, even furniture and I can't seem to let them go. Now I don't consider myself a packrat. I like things neat and tidy wherever possible but I'm afraid I have far too many boxes full of nostalgia, dressers covered with shiny bits and baubles and scrapbooks filled to overflowing with photos, ephemera and keepsakes. My children have inherited this sentimentality gene, sometimes to sweet excess. I remember shortly after cancer took my father away, my daughter, in her wonderful little girl love, got attached to a styrofoam cup. Yes, she could not go on if her styrofoam cup was thrown into the trash. She had become, in that life altering moment of losing a beloved grandfather, a sentimental enthusiast and lover of "things" linked to memories. I helped her clean her ever-messy room this afternoon and she still clings to this gene that makes us keep things. We carefully tucked all the old party invitations into a drawer and somehow, that.... made me smile.
xoxoxox
~Wendy
xoxoxox
~Wendy
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Great blog!