Some of us (myself included) need to de-clutter or cut down on stuff. I have to keep on top of paper. I've scanned (and continue to do so) old photos and letters so that stuff has permanent storage. I've thrown a lot away that couldn't be reused or recycled. Old stuff we inherit should be used (like Grandma's good china) and enjoyed, not tucked away in a drawer or cabinet. Even knowing this, sometimes it's hard to get rid of things that belong to a family member. Over the last ten years, I've really started to let go of quite a bit of inherited or replaced stuff. Furniture, books, clothes etc. .
But some things are weirder to get rid of.
MY mother LOVED dolls and dollhouses
For a few years there, I gave my mom dolls for Christmas and her birthday. When she died, I got the doll collection, most of which I donated or gave to friends who collected. There are some dolls, like her own doll from 1930 (Maguffy) and the Hungarian doll (which they brought back from Budapest after WW2) that will stay with me and hopefully keep staying in the family. They are dolls with stories.
But there were a few of the "gift" dolls that I really liked that I just didn't know what to do with. You see, I played with my dolls. They were my friends (along with my model horses). Which is why I have never been into dolls you "collected" just to look at. I have agonized for years with what to do with 4 dolls designed by Robin Woods.
Then Fate stepped in.
My last dog sitting client has 2 daughters that enjoy playing with "dollies" and stuffed animals and I thought, "Ah-ha! Here are too likely candidates for New Moms." My heart and soul felt like this was the perfect home for these two dolls.
My mother would be so proud and happy. It made me feel great to give them away to very deserving young ladies. Look at those happy faces! It reminds me that stuff that gets given away or donated has the great potential of a new life. Now I wish I could persuade some people I know to get rid of shit.
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