My mom's cleaning out my old bedroom to make a fitness room (that's always the way it happens, isn't it?) and I'm under contract to go through one box or bag of my old stuff each time I come over to the house. Today it was a teal flamingo bag full of pointe shoes and ballet slippers, circa 1993-2000. I couldn't find my first pair (I'm hoping they're in another box somewhere) but I did save one token pair from this giant stack. I also have a similarly large pile somewhere at our house from my professional dancing days (E and I were married by then, and I was going through pointe shoes at a much faster rate than I did in my studio days).
So many memories in these stinky old shoes. But then, what can you do with them? You're probably looking at thousands of dollars of shoes in just that picture, but they're not the kind of item with some kind of purpose in my now life. Just look at that one upside down ballet slipper on the left. A disgusting, disgusting memory trigger. (For some wonderful memories!) That's my high school and college years in a bag.
And yet one doesn't want to encourage hoarding tendencies. Into the garbage they went. Onward.
I'm also saying goodbye tonight--no, not to the scones, although I'll make short work of them, I promise--to Downton Abbey, Season 3. Why didn't I know it was all over after tonight? Why, little baby Jesus, WHY? I'm NOT READY.
I made scones so I'd have something theme-appropriate to stuff in my face tonight when I sit down in front of PBS to eat my feelings.