Before I left for the inauguration, I shipped them out to “Headless Mom.” (I don’t know her personally but admire her choice of a memorable name for the internet).
Headless Mom loves the elephants and she posted this story about them on her blog.
…showing how they look in her house:
The best part is that Headless Mom decided to continue the chain—by getting rid of some of her own clutter. Which is exactly what I hoped for.
I love watching the concept expand as this community grows—and I hope you will, too.
A week old and already these are clutter. Definitely the fastest turnaround time ever on this site.
Earbags. I couldn’t believe such a thing existed. They’re soft and rubbery and they snap around your ears and stay there. I thought they were so funny I wrote a whole post about them last week on my blog.
I didn’t care if they looked funny as long as they helped keep my ears warm at Obama’s inauguration.
Washington was freezing as expected. But the earbags never made it out of my suitcase. I bought an Obama hat and it kept my ears toasty even when I ended up walking from the inauguration all the way to the airport.
If I didn’t use the earbags on that trip, I never will. Although I stlll think they’re pretty funny–if you have the guts to wear them.
What do you think?
I remember buying these balls on a trip to Chinatown because at the time my kids were enamored with killer whales. But even though these balls make a musical sound when you shake them, they’re heavy and fancy, and not really children’s items. So I put them away and never took them out of their pretty box.
I don’t know their significance, or what you’re supposed to do with them. I also don’t know if they’re meant to be good luck–and whether or not it would be better luck to keep them, or give them away.
I agree with Jessica. I have never in my life felt a need to saw anything. But apparently someone else “saw” I have some deep need for this tool and sent it to me. Otherwise how I got it remains a mystery. But what to do with it is not. I’m donating it, unless Jessica, you really do want it. LOL.
I just got back from the inauguration. “Obama-mania” doesn’t begin to describe what was going on there. Especially in terms of merchandise and souvenirs. This t-shirt has some sentimental value as a campaign souvenir but I doubt it has any value as an auction or Ebay item–despite Stacy and Claudia’s willingness to help a good cause. If either of you wants it, please email and let me know at ClickforClutter@gmail.com.
That’s me with Jimmy Carter. This was taken at an event in Miami a few weeks before his inauguration.
I covered him a lot as a reporter, which is why I knew him, and how I got up so close.
I won’t be getting anywhere near this close to President Obama while I’m in Washington. But in honor of his inauguration, this seemed like the right time to post this.
I don’t know what I did with the flower pinned to my shoulder. But I still have the dress.
It’s chiffon, it’s French, it’s size 4.
And by now it’s vintage. But hey, so am I.
Right now I’m in Washington, D.C. for the inauguration. These came from a previous trip–which explains why the shirts say “Washington, D.C.” (in case it’s too small to read.)
They’re soft. And so am I.
I have a permanent soft spot in my heart for stuffed animals. Especially the ones with a history.
I was very attached to a few of my childhood stuffed animals. My father didn’t realize their significance to me, and he tossed them. The same thing happened to my daughter years later, when her father tossed some of hers. I’m glad to report that we both survived these traumas.
These were acquired when Alli was a little older, and was obsessed with pandas; so a Washington panda was a perfect souvenir of our trip. Naturally, she and her brother couldn’t decide which color shirt to get. And as I said, I’m a softie, too. Which explains why we had triplets.
I love the idea that this quilt would go to Kelsey’s mom who will include it with her work on behalf of foster children. So that’s the plan. I also like Rosann’s suggestion to cover a table with it. Maybe next time–you haven’t seen the last of my quilt addiction.
Children and their extracurricular activities can be a money pit. Especially expensive sports like ice skating, golf, or worst of all, riding horses.
A few times during her childhood, my daughter dipped a toe into the world of dance. This post represents her foray into tap dancing, which she stuck with long enough to require us to buy this sparkly costume, which she wore in the one major dance recital I remember attending.
She looked adorable in the lineup of girls. I don’t remember the steps or the music or the theme or even the title of the dance. But it was still a memorable number. The number 3. Which, according to my calculations, is the approximate cost of the costume–in dollars–for each second she was onstage.
I’m sending these to Christina for her aunt, who loves sun faces, and I hope she likes these. I’m sure your aunt will especially appreciate that you are thinking of her.
Thanks to everyone who voted, and commented.
I wore one of these little square scarves tied around my neck almost every day when I was a TV newscaster.
I love color and patterns and I’d match them to my outfits. It was like making my own personal fashion statement.
I still see lots of women use little scarves. Tied around a bag. Around a ponytail. Around someone’s neck, like I used to do.
I put mine away once I stopped wearing them for work. I love creating things, and mixing patterns, and I used to think about things I could make out of my smaller scarves–skirts, blouses, belts. Only I don’t sew.
So it’s pretty safe for me to make one more personal fashion statement: I will never do anything with these scarves. Including wear them.
Obviously Austin Powers merchandise is not going to have the collectable value of Barbie dolls. At least not in this lifetime. But Stacy, I’m sending this to you for your husband, and hope you’ll send back a picture of him wearing it.
A few months ago I cleaned off my desk. In my life this is such a momentous occasion I wrote a blog about it, listing some of the items I found on my desk. One of the items I mentioned was a small package that I found under a pile of papers. It had been mailed to me and never opened. I had no idea what was in the box or how long it had been on my desk. Even opening the box and seeing what was inside didn’t help– since I had no idea what it was.
This is it. I still have no clue what it is or how I got it.
The worst part is that even after I had no idea what it was or why it was on my desk; even after I wrote the blog listing the stuff on my desk, I had no idea what to do with this tool. So guess what I did with it? Of course—I put it right back where it was.
I figure posting it here is the only way I’m ever going to find out what it is—and get it off my desk.
My ex-husband wants to keep this for the kids as a momento of how we met. Back in the day when we were married, he was almost never right. This time, he is.
We’re divorced, but we’re still both sentimental slobs.
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