Before you turn away or get too excited…this post is not about my…
The absolute greatest part about hosting The Chameleon’s Backbone…besides using myself as a lab rat for BACKBONE testing and strength training…is YOU.
As far as I can tell, there are about 60 of you out there reading on a regular basis. The number doesn’t matter. What matters most is that we’re pondering thoughts together about ourselves and our lives. We’re learning who we are beneath our skin…realizing that our uniqueness is awesome…and musing over how we express ourselves to the outside world.
Some of your comments on prior posts have been so incredibly insightful…and funny…and thought-provoking that I’ve been tempted to write some very long replies. Instead, I’m picking a few recent comments and will be continuing the conversation here on the main page.
So without further adieu and thanks to Joanne at One Woman’s Eye for inspiring…
The Junk in My Trunk
In the post A Plastic Santa and the Red Velvet Cake, I showed you my massive collection of holiday decorations. Joanne commented that she tends to hold onto things that have sentimental value. That got me thinking about the sentimental things I own.
I looked around my house and saw this…
…a musical angel with the chipped wing that sits on my fireplace mantle. I don’t remember when I got this, but I was a very young girl. Looking at her, memories flood my mind. Like the pink shag carpet in the bedroom I shared with my sister (it was the 70s).
But the real juicy stuff…the most sentimental things I own from childhood…are not suitable for display on the fireplace mantle. They are all in a trunk. Joanne’s comment inspired me to lift its lid and look inside.
- prom dress
- baby book
- graduation gowns
- Ted (a.k.a. my teddy bear)
- various newspaper and magazine articles
- a Raggedy Ann & Andy blanket
- my high school letter
Like I said…the junk in my trunk is not suitable to display. I mean, what would people say if they walked into my living room and saw this above the fireplace…
And before you say that saving sentimental items is a female thing, I assure you that it’s not. Guys save baseball cards, trophies, and other important things. Even teddy bears. I know because I also lifted the lid of my husband’s trunk. And guess what I found…
What sentimental items do you still have from childhood? Why are they special to you?
A HUGE THANK YOU to every reader. The Chameleon’s Backbone is not about me. It’s about us…about you. I’m simply hosting. Your comments are an extension of each post and every comment is appreciated and accepted, even if you don’t necessarily agree with me. After all, if we were all like-minded, life would be pretty predictable and boring.
Stay tuned for future posts inspired by your comments.