Last Sunday I gave away a little coat my mother had someone make for me when I was three. It was beautifully constructed, and she had saved it for many years, then passed it down to me. I suppose it could be labeled a "collectible" these days. But how many "collectibles" can I keep? My hubby may retire at the end of the year. When that happens we plan to move. We want to be closer to our kids and grandkids, and we see a need to downsize. Moving I can handle, but downsizing? The very word strikes terror in my heart!
When Bill and I married seven years ago, we bought a house big enough to hold most of our combined household goods. We were both proud of the homes we had established as single people, and we weren't ready to give up our cherished possessions. (Bill did agree to sell his dark, heavy bedroom suite; we sold it at our garage sale, sleeping on the bed overnight in the driveway.)
Back to the present ... The saying goes that to eat an elephant, one must take one bite at a time. So that's what I've started doing and that's where the little coat came in. I knew none of our family would care about that coat. But I know someone who has a little daughter and the sensibility to appreciate this little piece of history. One precious thing down and many more to go.
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