New life for old stuff
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dancerjodiI went home with some things from my parent's place on Sunday. They didn't do a great job weeding things out before moving, so while unpacking they were tossing or donating a lot of things.
Mom found a bag of old costume stuff, and I ended up with a white rabbit stole to donate to the Humane Society for care of baby animals - a surrogate Mom of sorts http://www.hsus.org/press_and_publications/press_releases/spring_cleaning_donate_fur_garments_to_wildlife_in_need.html . Any idea what market value for a small white rabbit capelet would be? I'm not knocking the tax write off!
The bag also had a small silk robe for a child with great bright orange and white flower patterning. It came from someone's trip to Japan at some point (it sure wasn't one of my relatives, but we've had it forever). I brought it into work for my co-worker to give her 3 year old daughter, who is really into dressing up at the moment. She gave me a nice thank you card yesterday, where she scrawled her name in ball point pen.
Remaining in the bag were poodle skirts of various sizes that my Mom had made for my sister when she was in the "Rock and Roll" musical at the South Middle School. Mr. Dacey was the teacher organizer (yes, *that* Mr. Dacey) and the kids seemed to have a great time with the annual tradition. Alas, the skirts are all ratty from age and are awkwardly sized - too big for little girls dressing up, too small for anyone I know that would want them for a costume. They went out into my trash on Sunday night, and I do feel a bit guilty about that (but I'm way to practical to keep them - Mom was ready to toss them anyway).
I took home the old lamp that was in my bedroom when I was a child. Its got a girl sitting in a rocking chair knitting next to a cat on a pillow and a little boy sitting on a stool. If you turn the cat it winds up a music box and a gear that makes the girl rock, but the rocking mechanism broke long ago and then the little boy fell off. I have all of the pieces to sit in my attic until which time I'd want something like that, and then we can repair it. Its one of the memories I have from my childhood bedroom, and I'd like to hang onto it (for all of my scaling down tendencies).
I have some very scary looking pointy farberware fork things that you'd stab both sides of a turkey with to move it from pan to carving board. Now that Brian and I have Thanksgiving duty, Mom sent me home with them. You could really do some damage with the things, and I couldn't resist them (though, given that we always fry our turkeys I'm not sure how much use they'll get).
Mom also found an old rubbermaid bin with her dance things in it. Shoes (which she's keeping - maybe I'll get her back up to the studio one of these days), ratty legwarmers (I have enough of my own), tight 80's workout gear in bright fuschia, acidwash and all of that. Leotards that were so old that the fabric was actually *hard*. She found one single tap shoe that was mine when I was a baby - I think I have its mate up in my attic. She's got old little girl ballet slippers for my sister that she wore (her name on the sole of the shoe, as we always did). I swear, little dance shoes are the cutest thing ever.
They packed the entire contents of their bathroom, including drugs that expired as early as 1999, brown bottles of ipecac inside of clear white bottles for safe keeping http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syrup_of_ipecac (my brother is in his early 20s and they had these for when we were infants, so how old do you think that was). Pamperin (my Mom said "well I won't be needing THAT anymore", menopause and all of that).
I'm continually amused by the memories that basic everyday household things have and I hadn't thought about the degree to which they do that until this move.
Mom found a bag of old costume stuff, and I ended up with a white rabbit stole to donate to the Humane Society for care of baby animals - a surrogate Mom of sorts http://www.hsus.org/press_and_publications/press_releases/spring_cleaning_donate_fur_garments_to_wildlife_in_need.html . Any idea what market value for a small white rabbit capelet would be? I'm not knocking the tax write off!
The bag also had a small silk robe for a child with great bright orange and white flower patterning. It came from someone's trip to Japan at some point (it sure wasn't one of my relatives, but we've had it forever). I brought it into work for my co-worker to give her 3 year old daughter, who is really into dressing up at the moment. She gave me a nice thank you card yesterday, where she scrawled her name in ball point pen.
Remaining in the bag were poodle skirts of various sizes that my Mom had made for my sister when she was in the "Rock and Roll" musical at the South Middle School. Mr. Dacey was the teacher organizer (yes, *that* Mr. Dacey) and the kids seemed to have a great time with the annual tradition. Alas, the skirts are all ratty from age and are awkwardly sized - too big for little girls dressing up, too small for anyone I know that would want them for a costume. They went out into my trash on Sunday night, and I do feel a bit guilty about that (but I'm way to practical to keep them - Mom was ready to toss them anyway).
I took home the old lamp that was in my bedroom when I was a child. Its got a girl sitting in a rocking chair knitting next to a cat on a pillow and a little boy sitting on a stool. If you turn the cat it winds up a music box and a gear that makes the girl rock, but the rocking mechanism broke long ago and then the little boy fell off. I have all of the pieces to sit in my attic until which time I'd want something like that, and then we can repair it. Its one of the memories I have from my childhood bedroom, and I'd like to hang onto it (for all of my scaling down tendencies).
I have some very scary looking pointy farberware fork things that you'd stab both sides of a turkey with to move it from pan to carving board. Now that Brian and I have Thanksgiving duty, Mom sent me home with them. You could really do some damage with the things, and I couldn't resist them (though, given that we always fry our turkeys I'm not sure how much use they'll get).
Mom also found an old rubbermaid bin with her dance things in it. Shoes (which she's keeping - maybe I'll get her back up to the studio one of these days), ratty legwarmers (I have enough of my own), tight 80's workout gear in bright fuschia, acidwash and all of that. Leotards that were so old that the fabric was actually *hard*. She found one single tap shoe that was mine when I was a baby - I think I have its mate up in my attic. She's got old little girl ballet slippers for my sister that she wore (her name on the sole of the shoe, as we always did). I swear, little dance shoes are the cutest thing ever.
They packed the entire contents of their bathroom, including drugs that expired as early as 1999, brown bottles of ipecac inside of clear white bottles for safe keeping http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syrup_of_ipecac (my brother is in his early 20s and they had these for when we were infants, so how old do you think that was). Pamperin (my Mom said "well I won't be needing THAT anymore", menopause and all of that).
I'm continually amused by the memories that basic everyday household things have and I hadn't thought about the degree to which they do that until this move.
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Date: 2006-10-25 03:39 pm (UTC)Definitely should have gotten the thirty again. It's amazing how fast crap accumulates.