… and the answer is…
yes, yes, and yes again.
You probably guessed that already, because, why would I be posting about this otherwise? right?
I only realized it this week, but I am highly sentimental about clothes. Two days ago I got out a big rubbermaid container from the garage, filled with girl #1’s 2T clothing. Girl #2 is ready for them.
And what a trip down memory lane it is. Little undies with Bear (from the Big Blue House, of course) on them. Aaaw. A tiny rainjacket – purple with white polka dots. How Cute. An Easter dress. Adorable.
And all the thoughts & feelings that come with it… I can’t believe you ever fit into this … remember whens… and didn’t she look so cute when…?
This happens every time we drag out one of these containers. And what a blessing it is, really. Not only because it’s so practical and money-saving to re-use clothes, but because it offers me a chance to review my memory bank. To selectively look at the good, the fun, the sweet memories of those days. And some of those special, special clothes I’ve put in a box so the memories will never be lost.
All that got me thinking about other clothing I’m sentimental about:
- Last week I cleaned out one of Dave’s drawers and put a couple of golf shirts in the “giveaway bag”. Two were shirts I’d bought him for our honeymoon. I was a bit sentimental (but not enough to save them!).
- My boxed up wedding dress. Will my daughters ever want to play dress-up in it? (Will I let them?)
- A shirt from The Gap that my Dad bought & sent me in a box for Valentine’s Day when I was in college. (That shirt is, in fact, long gone. But I remember it.)
- An outfit my Mom bought me shortly before I got married. (A token of love.)
- A pair of size 10 pants I bought as a reward after losing nearly 40 pounds between child #2 and child #3. (By the way… these hang in my closet, because I WILL fit back into them at some point. Just sayin’.)
- My Clarkson volleyball jacket. (I can’t bear to part with it because I look back on that time in my life so fondly.)
- The suit I wore during my first job interview. It’s painfully dated, but again, I’m sentimental. What can I say?
- A plethora of T-shirts that document my past. Ones from Kodak, the University of Michigan, Clarkson, Jamaica, Dallas, OSHA. Somehow parting with these, even though I rarely wear t-shirts at all, is like severing that part of me that used to BE me.
But I guess after all, it’s the memories that are special that I want to keep, not the clothes. But sometimes those items evoke memories that my (busy) mind forgets about. And what a joy it is to be able to re-visit those memories every once in a while!
What about you… what are you sentimental about?