I’ve been spending the last month really decluttering thing around the house. Our current “shame closet” is in our bedroom, where we have a few boxes of memorabilia, holiday items, and general things.
Back in our last house in Virginia, we set up a memorabilia box. One for me, and one for Brian. His held some photos, yearbooks, and other random school things like a medal and mug.
My box was much, much larger and housed whatever I could fit into it! I included artwork I had done in high school along with school papers, certificates, a vintage set of encyclopedias, and on and on.
I mean come on, how can you not appreciate a paper mache of my face, painted to look like a cat, with whiskers cut from craft feathers?
Here we are, about five years later, and I decided to look in the box and see if my feelings had changed over the stuff I was keeping.
After toting these things from place to place, I realized that I didn’t need these things and there was no way I was going to display any of it. It kind of made me think of people who still talk about their glory days in high school when they’re in their 40s, like Jason Stackhouse on True Blood.
I had a good amount of art projects, and I decided to just go ahead and photograph them. I thought these items were important to me, but they’re really not. I didn’t even remember drawing or painting some of them!
Instead, I took a few minutes to photograph them. I still have some school papers and certificates, so it might be fun to make a scrapbook album of my school years with photos of my art.
Although my kids aren’t in school yet, we get plenty of coloring pages and art stuff from storytime at the library, or for moms playgroup. I am not sentimental about it. I usually take a photo of my kids making the art, and that’s about it. It ends up taped on their bedroom walls or hanging in the playroom on a curtain rod, but most of it ends up in the recycling bin.
As they get older I think I think I’m going to include some in a memory box for them or a binder with their stuff.