Betty

OK, I admit it: I am a mini-hoarder. I've posted about this before, searching for advice on whether or not I should keep my prom dress, wedding cards, a ceramic snail, and other miscellaneous items. Well tonight I was going through a box (my intent was to find my embroidery thread, which I did find, might I add) and I came across this beautiful array of memories:

Pictured: a small portion of my bead collection, some extra pieces to a yo-yo quilt, a vintage postcard from my sister all the way from Worcester, MA, a medal from the Philadelphia marathon (um, not a placement medal by the way, but one that indicates that I did, in fact, finish. My time will not be revealed), a Kermit the Frog push pin (I have a whole entire bag of these that I bought when I was in high school. Why? Not sure, but for some odd reason I can't part with them. Any Kermit lovers out there? I will be happy to part with them if I know they are going to a good home) and lastly, drum-roll please, the keys to my first car: a 1989 Oldsmobile Cutlass Sierra named Betty. Seriously, Betty holds a special place in my heart. When I think about that car miles of memories come flooding back, and I smile.

And that's why I'm OK with being a mini hoarder. I feel blessed to have such rich memories, and I enjoy being able to reenter another period of my life by opening a box. A little unorganized? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely.