(Gratuitous sentimental journey post alert!!!)I went to my Dad's place in the weekend, in Auckland. It was the bi-yearly inorganic (hard rubbish) collection weekend in his area. Bliss, joy!! Oh how I longed to join the other curb-crawlers and go rummaging around the streets!!
But I was there to help my siblings SORT OUT all the stuff that was cluttering up Dad's basement and loft. You see I come from brilliant Collector stock! My darling Mum, rest her soul, was a creative and bright and wonderful woman. Thrifty and sentimental.. she held on to a lot of stuff...
|Need a zip, anyone?|
Now I have to add that she was not a hoarder, and she always managed to find a way to keep the house tidy and organised. HOW???? I would love to ask her, if only I could..
She was obsessed with storage solutions, as am I.. but I often find my stuff gets the better of my house!!
I love looking at all the stuff she accumulated, and remembering all her stories and anecdotes about things she gathered, places she'd been...
|The doll collection that I was not often allowed to touch when I was a kid!|
Needless to say, Mum always had the things we needed for any projects we wanted to undertake..
|Box of (mainly) buckles!|
Some of my fav things at Dad's place......
|One of the besquillion things that Mum's fair hands created..|
|My doll house.|
|2 of my all-time fav books from childhood - I have found the color one at a garage sale |
- but am still hunting for Zeralda's Ogre!