As I sit surrounded by mounds of accumulated "treasures" all tagged and ready for tomorrow's yard sale, I wonder how and why we Americans never seem to have "enough"... when in fact, we have too much. As a re-seller of vintage items, I realize the things I sell wouldn't have survived if not for hoarders. I have uncovered some unusual items out there. I'm not saying they were re-sellable, but I've found unopened packages of 1950's bobby pins, sewing patterns, uncut paper dolls, leather-bound books whose gold-leafed pages had never been cracked.
I didn't have to look too far to receive answers. This morning I had a little "Come to Jesus Meeting" with myself while in purging mode. I know I have to purchase in order to sell...but when more items stay than go....Houston, we have a problem.
I came across an 18-month day planner I purchased last year. I forgot I bought it. It was among rows of cookbooks and photo albums (I won't even go there) in my kitchen. It's pristine condition and empty calendar pages mocked me. After tearing out 11 months of blank pages, I recalled my intentions when it was purchased. Every friend and family member's birthday and anniversary would be cataloged. I'd keep up with appointments, when to change the furnace filter, gift ideas, sizes of anyone and everyone I might want to purchase clothes for...yada, yada, yada. What is the old adage? The path to hell is paved with good intentions.
Somewhere in another place and time...there is a woman with straight hair who can't find her unopened package of bobby pins. The sewing pattern, matching thread and fabric remain in the dresser drawer. She's decided to wait until tomorrow to make a dress for her cousin's wedding. She's just too busy to cut out paper dolls...while her little girl will soon be too old to enjoy them. Wise words remain locked inside the unopened pages of a beautiful book...maybe life-changing words. Someone opens the mailbox, expecting a birthday card from a her friend. But her friend forgot to write the date in her 18-month planner.
Just some things to think about....
Copyright 2013
Charlotte Laney
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