I was feeling the weight of owning objects, so I decided to sort through some bits and bobs. It’s hard to remember where and when I bought certain everyday items, like socks. But other seemingly ordinary things can have a surprising flood of memories attached.
A coffee cup that celebrates our two different colleges, purchased at the university bookshop. We had gone there on a trip to get new university sweatshirts.
A travel coffee mug that we purchased with the dog treat barrel at Christmas time. It was on special offer. Miss P still keeps her treats in the barrel.
A coffee cup that was a present from my mother. (Not her style, but I think I asked for this).
The advice from the de-cluttering gurus is to get rid of things that you are not actually using. I myself just told a friend that even when he sold his house, he could take the memories with him, but of course this is a lie. So what did I do? I got rid of all the candles that I had gotten as presents (a very popular girly gift to give), and all the Mason Jars I was saving (and not using), and kept these cups. Perhaps they will go away some day, but not today.