I'm not an overly sentimental person. Now don't get me wrong, I love a good scrapbook just as much as the next crop 'til you drop gal. But besides pictures, I try not to save too much stuff.
I'm just not organized enough to know what to do with stuff from the past. I'm more likely to take a picture of a sentimental thing to put in a scrapbook and then give the actual item away.
Which I guess I should mention here that I'm officially years behind on said scrapbooks. I keep thinking that would be a good project for me to tackle this summer.
But then the thought of pulling out all those unorganized photos makes me dizzy and guilty and all crazy feeling. Maybe we should do a crop til' you drop live blog one weekend.
But that's not the point of my post today.
Back to sentimental things.
I'll cut to the chase.
I have held onto the dress that I was wearing when Art first told me he loved me for 16 years. I haven't worn it in the past 14 years. But each summer, when I switch out my winter clothes for my summer clothes, I tote it right back down to the closet and there it hangs.
Recently, Hope walked into my closet and made fun of said dress with its big polka-dots and wide early 90's belt.
I told her she should thank the good Lord above that I got that dress as it played a crucial role in her very existence.
The funny thing about this dress is that I got it as a hand-me-down from my mom. She wore it to my college graduation. I remember thinking she was hands down the most beautiful mom there. And she was mine. And she was wearing this amazing polka dot, wide belt dress.
So without further ado...
That's my family the day I graduated from Furman University. You'll notice I am also wearing a polka dot dress but not "the polka dot dress." My mom is on your far left.
I'm just not organized enough to know what to do with stuff from the past. I'm more likely to take a picture of a sentimental thing to put in a scrapbook and then give the actual item away.
Which I guess I should mention here that I'm officially years behind on said scrapbooks. I keep thinking that would be a good project for me to tackle this summer.
But then the thought of pulling out all those unorganized photos makes me dizzy and guilty and all crazy feeling. Maybe we should do a crop til' you drop live blog one weekend.
But that's not the point of my post today.
Back to sentimental things.
I'll cut to the chase.
I have held onto the dress that I was wearing when Art first told me he loved me for 16 years. I haven't worn it in the past 14 years. But each summer, when I switch out my winter clothes for my summer clothes, I tote it right back down to the closet and there it hangs.
Recently, Hope walked into my closet and made fun of said dress with its big polka-dots and wide early 90's belt.
I told her she should thank the good Lord above that I got that dress as it played a crucial role in her very existence.
The funny thing about this dress is that I got it as a hand-me-down from my mom. She wore it to my college graduation. I remember thinking she was hands down the most beautiful mom there. And she was mine. And she was wearing this amazing polka dot, wide belt dress.
So without further ado...
That's my family the day I graduated from Furman University. You'll notice I am also wearing a polka dot dress but not "the polka dot dress." My mom is on your far left.And here is the dress today... still beautiful and wide belted as ever...sigh...
I've wanted to figure out what to do with this dress for a while. Then this weekend I was visiting many of your blogs and came across Karla's challenge to get rid of the frump in your closet.
So, I decided that I'm taking the dress out of the closet. GASP! Seriously, it hasn't been worn in 14 years. But I just can't tuck it into the Goodwill box and tote it off.
That's where you come in.
What does one do with a I-thought-my-mom-was-most-beautiful-in-this-and-my-husband-first-told-me-he-loved-me-while-I-was-wearing-this- polka dot, wide belt-dress?
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