Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only.
Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.
~~Coco Chanel
Linen, silver, opera gloves, tuxedos, fur jackets, wedding dresses...
Since the first of the year, I've been slowly cleaning out drawers, trunks, cedar chests...
and the attic.
I can only do a little each day.
Much of it is going,
donating to charities, selling it online, boxing it for family rummage sales,
and today I took a carload to the Little Theater on the Square in Sullivan, Illinois.
All of the "dress-up" clothes from my children which included grass skirts, Hawaiian shirts, cowboy hats, vintage clothes, tuxedos, dinner jackets, and all of the "prairie clothes" that were popular in the early 80's.
I'm cautious.
I don't want to give away all of my memories.
It seems like I have to touch everything, and think about its story while deciding its fate.
A last minute text to my niece saved these opera gloves that belonged to my mother-in-law.
They've been carefully washed and are packed to be sent in the morning mail.
A little each day.
I've given myself one year to pare down my life.
In the end, the most precious things I have are my family and my memories of those I love...
~Nancy ~ 26/365
Since the first of the year, I've been slowly cleaning out drawers, trunks, cedar chests...
and the attic.
I can only do a little each day.
Much of it is going,
donating to charities, selling it online, boxing it for family rummage sales,
and today I took a carload to the Little Theater on the Square in Sullivan, Illinois.
All of the "dress-up" clothes from my children which included grass skirts, Hawaiian shirts, cowboy hats, vintage clothes, tuxedos, dinner jackets, and all of the "prairie clothes" that were popular in the early 80's.
I'm cautious.
I don't want to give away all of my memories.
It seems like I have to touch everything, and think about its story while deciding its fate.
A last minute text to my niece saved these opera gloves that belonged to my mother-in-law.
They've been carefully washed and are packed to be sent in the morning mail.
A little each day.
I've given myself one year to pare down my life.
In the end, the most precious things I have are my family and my memories of those I love...
~Nancy ~ 26/365