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Purging 2023

I just spent the past few days going through my studio piece by piece, drawer by drawer. I have tossed pieces of Nature that I saved to “do something with” but never seemed to find the time. I tossed old polymer clay because I once fell under the spell of “more color is better and you can easily create things from…” It happened, but not with the molds I bought and not with all the pretty colors. All I need id white and flesh colored clay. I purged supplies for making faerie houses that I will possibly never make. I can’t even remember everything I purged.

I placed all the items in boxes or hauled them out to the trash or recycle bin. I gritted my teeth and asked myself: “When will I finish this project or actually start this project?” When the answer was “pretty much never” I gave it a toss.

There were other things I gave up as well. Mementos from a former version of me. I am incredibly sentimental. I did not choose to destroy my childhood stuffed animals, for instance. Like the Velveteen Rabbit, those two relics of my childhood still lead mysterious lives after dark. I suspect they will die when I die and the memories are gone. Maybe there will be a day when I can turn loose of them and not worry that they will lay in a garbage heap like the Rabbit and wonder why they were discarded. I would like to spare them that.

I cleaned the wall in front of my desk. It was cluttered. Busy. Unproductive. Sentimental.

My grandmother gifted two of the above items to me. The little “Jackie USED OF GOD” plaque and the November d├ęcoupage. No one- besides me – will remember that Gramma M gave those to me, Or understand the significance of my relationship with her. She maintained a strong relationship with most of her grandchildren. I really don’t need to keep those forever and burden my child with disposing of them after my death. Gramma is long gone.

I earned the little plastic plaque on the left when I memorized the 23rd Psalm in Methodist Sunday School. I lent it to my sister for a good many years but after her death in 2000, it returned to me. My faith has led me down a different path in the past two years. I still believe in the power of prayer, but I have been unable to pray for months. And I survived those many years when it was in my sister’s possession, so why do I need it now?

I took photos so I could remember those things. Remember they were mine and how I came by them. But their time of service to me is past. It’s time to bury some things.

I have cried. I have mourned that which will never be. I have mourned that which once was but will never be again.

But I still have my stuffed animals to comfort me. For now.

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Here are the ideas for dealing with Dad’s stuff (see the two previous posts here and here):

Make a shadow box to donate to the Lions Club Dad belonged to. I was all for that, bought a shadow box, then remembered: Lions Clubs don’t meet in their own space. They rent luncheon spots (or dinner or breakfast). The officers change yearly. I’m not feeling that vibe anymore.

Make a shadow box of my favorites for myself. Well, I bought the shadow box, and I do really like this idea. So I will do that.

I recalled I have this vintage trunk that is about 7″ deep, by 14″ wide and 30″ long. It was an oxygen tank holder, but I stripped it of everything I could remove and lined it with cork board, thinking it would make a nice display for my art work when working venues. It worked okay for that, but it isn’t ideal. I could line the inside with favorite pins & glue the pins in place, leaving the outer shell vintage and “shabby”.

OR – I could also line to outside of the trunk with pins glued in place and pour a thin coat of resin over. That sounds cool, but I wonder two things: how much would such a thing weigh? and would I do all sides or leave two sides undone for standing & hauling purposes? Would it look decent? Would it have resale value as a piece of recycled art?

The last idea is to buy cork board at the craft store and re-do the Star Thread case for now (I’ll probably actually do this). I need to mull the other ideas over for awhile, decide on favorites, and build up my energy to deal with it. This is a part of grieving, and I’m in no hurry to rush it: grief takes its own path. I have a lot of grief to deal with.

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