There is no doubt about it, when it comes to anything sentimental and keepsake ‘like,’ I am a hoarder of it. From cards, letter, books and the children’s things I just can’t bear to part with it.
When talking to other friends, they humour me as they don’t have quite the same obsession. I have made a scrapbook of Noah’s first year (although I feel guilty I have not had time to do this with the twins yet) and of my pregnancies. They have a memory box each which is bursting from the obvious like their first outfit, to the unique like their umbilical cord clip, to the down right weird, like the weight of their helium balloon when they were born!
I have had Noah’s drawings made into a book so I am look at them regularly.
I am photo book obsessed! I make one every year and the kiddies have all had one to record their first year of life!
Then Hubby. Since we have been together I have kept everything – from the rock he gave me on the beach shaped like a heart, to the first rose and every letter and card. I have scrap booked it all.
I know a lot of people must think ‘does she have no friends?’ ‘Or she must have nothing else to do with her time!” I can’t help it and I will never stop. I love looking back over them and remembering.
Since I started blogging I have kept all sorts of bit and pieces from it – it is a record of what I have done you see. When Helen from The Crazy kitchen sent me Octopus clips for crocs saying she saw them and thought of me,it made my day and they also have been kept!
To a lot of people this is just clutter and of course, I do have to find space for it all to live. But my clutter is my treasure.
I am not like this with anything else. I clear clothes and the kitchen, toys and sort all other manner of stuff regularly. I hate it when my husband says he will put something in the loft I know we will never use again. That is all material. It can be replaced if needed but you can never get sentimental clutter back can you? Once it is thrown it is gone.
So I shall continue to find space and hoard the things that mean the world to me. As they say, one mans clutter is another mans treasure. I might have to start burying mine though; from a space point of view!