Tuesday, May 5, 2009

More de-accessioning

I had an epiphany the other night.

See, I have this apartment filled with things: quirky things, vintage things, things that at one time or another spoke to me.

But they've stopped.

They've been silent for a while now.

I still hear whispers from the things I made or were made for me, but the din of everything else has been quieting down.

I didn't own much when I moved here from Arizona - in fact, I slept on the floor the first 6 months I lived in my apartment here.

I had a story, but it didn't meet my expectations, so I began creating a new one. One filled with vintage and eccentric items picked up from travels I made, wanted to make or liked to think I would have made with the right time and money.

But then something wild happened, I began to like my story - a lot.
And I'm not a scrappy 1930s gal, or a mid-century doyenne, an early 20th century gentleman scientist or a 50s boyscout.

So... what to do with these things...?

1 comment:

Beth said...

Give them up. Let someone else find them. Maybe it will help them with their story!

I'm all for purging. Things don't mean much to me. The memories and pictures mean much more.