Today, we brought the Christmas decorations down from the attic. Also, my husband cleaned out the freezer. And I couldn’t deny my hoarding tendencies any longer. I don’t generally think of myself as someone who can’t let go of things, it’s just that sometimes it’s hard to know what to do with them, or I have some idea that someday I will do something with them and so they stay in the box/drawer/garage/closet/freezer.
Some of you may remember that last year around this time, I posted a picture on Facebook of a poor angel that had gotten into some trouble while in storage over the summer. Well, the little guy was still stashed away in the ornament box when I opened it today.
Why, for heaven’s sake (tee, hee), would I have kept him and his tangled mess of hooks? I must have had a thought that I would glue his head back on so that he could again hang out on our tree, as he had for a couple of decades (maybe more).
I often have these sorts of thoughts. Someday, for example, I may become a wonderful keeper of memories and start filling in the Christmas Memories Book that I found in the bin of Christmas Stuff That I Keep But Do Not Ever Do Anything With. My well-meaning and very sweet Aunt Pat gave me that book when Rob and I were first married. It is meant to hold 20 years of Christmas Memories. Had I faithfully filled it with little notes and pictures, it would have been complete two years ago.
But it remains in the box of things I don’t do anything with, utterly blank.
There is a fair amount of guilt that hangs out with this dutifully stashed stuff. As my husband dug out last year’s (ok, true confessions, it could have been from two years ago) turkey and stuffing from the freezer drawer, I explained that it had been perfectly good and worthy of keeping, but we were sick of turkey. So I froze it. Because when you freeze things you can save them longer and eat them when it is more convenient. But I’m not very good about remembering what I stuck in the freezer or, even if I do remember, about pulling out the carefully Zip-locked chicken parts to cook them. And then I avoid cleaning out the freezer because I feel terrible that perfectly good food has probably gone bad, even in the freezer.
I have a similar problem with clothes and shoes. Work clothes from my prior life, which I left almost four years ago, still hang dutifully in my closet. I wear some of the occasionally. But most of them I didn’t really like even when I was working. I should have given them to Dress for Success three years ago. Now they are way out of style, and yet they remain hanging there because you never know when I’ll have to put on ugly clothes and go to an office somewhere.
And then there are the stacks of lawyer magazines (mostly unread), Redbooks, Southern Livings and Coastal Livings sitting on my coffee table. Someday I might just want to know how to avoid a class action lawsuit or make real fried chicken or put on festive makeup and it will all be right there in front of me . . .