Just Can't Do It
While holding a blog give-away seemed to be the consensus on what to do with my scary sweater, I just don't think that I'm ready to part with it yet. Helen, a member of my former knitting group in Queens, was right about most everything she wrote in her comment yesterday, but after reading it all and nodding in agreement, I'm still coming to a different conclusion than she did about the sweater's fate. I'm holding on to it, at least for now, just like I'm holding on to the stack of over-sized t-shirts that list the names of all of the kids in the graduating classes during the years that I taught sixth grade in the Bronx. I'll never wear the sweater, I'll never wear the shirts, but they hold too much meaning and memory for me right now to ditch them. I am however, taking a car-full of some pretty great stuff that I'm not as emotionally attached to (vintage photo frames, ceramics, games, and jewelry; a cool mirror; some funky old theater seats; an antique fan; the list goes on...) to Rerun tomorrow. Seriously, once I start this purging thing, I can't stop.