I spent Labor Day cleaning. Well, not exactly cleaning as much as tossing and shredding. The vaccume has yet to hit the floor for the final sweep. I’m still in the dust production stage of this endeavor.
I traveled nearly every week this summer for work. I knew it was bad when I started dreaming of owning a luggage rack of my own. Bed Bath and Beyond carries them. I know this because that silly dream almost became my reality. If I had bought a luggage rack, then I’d never put the suitcase away.
This week there is no travel planned. I am relieved beyond measure to be spending every night in my own home. That’s why I decided to slash and burn through the piles of stuff that have grown. Simplify, clear clutter or as my mother used to say, “Get rid of all of the dead wood.”
The vase pictured above once belonged to my mother. In my teens, we would go out on a Saturday thrifting. Back then, it was something you did in secret as there was a level of shame associated with it. Today, it is far more accepted to shop in thrift stores. We had a routine. She’d find something she liked and then begin negotiations. It was at that point that I acted like a spoiled teenager. She’d negotiate further and as the price lowered I became more obnoxious. The deal would wrap up and we’d get to the car and laugh our heads off. My mother and I didn’t always get along but we both enjoyed making the deal.
The vase we found in Valley Stream. It was whole then and purchased for a song I imagine. My mother broke it later on and glued it ever since putting dried flowers in it. She just couldn’t toss it away. Last year I went out to my father’s house and the vase was headed for the trash. The glue holding it together had become undone. I could still hear us laughing when I looked at it and decided to pack it up to take home to glue back together again. My niece Julia looked at me and said, “It’s broken. Why are you bothering? I’d just throw it out.”
“I give you permission to toss it when I am gone. I have memories tangled up in this vase”
She rolled her eyes and I went out and bought glue.
Monday I went to move the vase and it broke apart again. I realized then that Julia was right, it really should be trashed. The memories are in my head and maybe a photo of the vase will trigger them. So, I took the picture above and then quickly let go of the pieces. Speed was needed as I didn’t want a change of heart. There is no room for sentimentality when culling through dead wood.