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Stuff, junk and treasure

Why do we hold on to so much stuff? Why do I form emotional attachments to weird little bits of junk that the children make? Why is it that I feel unable to throw things because they belonged to my Dad / Grandma / Nan / Great Auntie?
I would love to just walk out of a house and abandon everything I own but I have too much treasure to be leaving in just the clothes on my back. For a start, what would I wear and of course I would need coordinating accessories? And I couldn't possibly leave my bike behind, watercolours, crochet hooks, yarn, camera or iPad mini. Perhaps I could take my bike basket and possibly a vintage suitcase but which one? The green one that my mum took on her honeymoon or the little cream one with the collage of old photos in the lid?

This is just some of multifarious craft paraphernalia packed away and ready to move house tomorrow. At the bottom of the pile is the trunk that I left home with at age 18 when I headed off to teacher training college in the Lake District. It was scavenged from my Great Auntie Joyce's garage with the help of my Dad (who always had a keen eye for junk / treasure).
Well back to the packing.....

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  1. I love your suitcases, the old fashion ones are so much nicer than today's ones. Yeah there are so many things to treasure, my house is the same, full of them. I feel so blessed when I look at them all, a life well lived.

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    1. Thanks for your message CJ, I adore so many of my treasures. We also have a huge trunk which has recently been promoted to coffee table status in preparation for our move. It is rammed with photos, drawings and special memories. Nostalgia is my favourite pass time

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  2. As someone who has two tea sets in the garage (and doesn't drink tea!) that belonged to my gran I feel your pain! Fab suitcases tho...!

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    1. I do love a tea set and fortunately I also love tea

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