One of the toughest things for me to do is to throw things away. I’m not intentionally a hoarder, but when it comes to crafty stuff, it takes an act of congress for me to toss something. I won’t bore you with all of my excuses for clinging to stuff–just know that this is a real issue that I battle all.the.time!
Evidently, this is no recent development. In grade school, I kept every paper, project, every stinking little piece of art work until there was barely room in my closet for clothes. When I was in the second or third grade, my mom–fed up with the state of my room–started cleaning. Bless her heart! I’ve been trying to clean up after me for years… It ain’t easy! She worked tirelessly. She was smart, I was in school and couldn’t object. When I popped off of the bus, scurrying home in my shiny shoes and lacy socks, I saw my things sticking out from under the lid of the garbage can, awaiting pickup. I really don’t remember this at all and love to hear Mom tell the story.
She says I was sobbing when I raced into the house and wailed, “Mom, somebody made a terrible mistake. All of my treasures are outside in the trashcan.” Evidently, I was heartbroken. Mom must of said something like “Oh no!,” (perhaps after thinking damn!) grabbed my hand and together we went outside to retrieve my “treasures.”
This brings us to the present. We had this conversation yesterday because I admitted to Mom that I still had my grade school pastels, one of my most coveted childhood Christmas presents. I hadn’t touched them in at least forty years, other than to move them occasionally. Every time I tried to pitch them, my hand would hover over the trashcan, I’d drop them in and, within minutes, retrieve them. (There is also pile of Nancy Drew books in my attic, too.) Somethings are just too much a part of who we are to let go.
Fortunately, I’m not terribly picky about a spotless house…I’ve never had one, but having my beading supplies out in my great room really started getting on my nerves. I don’t know how to be creative and neat. So, I bought two big cabinets and converted the mudroom into a studio area. Between the beads, and findings, wire, sketchpads, paints, and the like, my cabinets are full.
Having those pastels in my hand took me back to truly happy, carefree times! My childhood was perfect, at least in my view. And as we approach Christmas, I remember the coloring books that filled my stocking, the paint by number sets, those little looms that we wove potholders out of, a plastic spinning wheel, and pop beads! I guess it was just a matter of time before I graduated from plastic to glass, metal, shells, gemstones, wire and pearls.
And the next time you look at a handcrafted piece of jewelry, like this one, made as part of the B’Sue Creative Group “Kitchen Sink Challenge” a while back, kindly look at all the little pieces and parts that comprise that jewelry…All those charms, beads, dangles, and chains need a home. And that, my friends is why my home will never be on the garden tour or featured in House Beautiful!