This last weekend, I don't know what got into us. My husband and I spent a couple of hours rearranging and cleaning and throwing out. I ran to Walmart and got a new broom, dustpan, mop, and huge bottle of Pine-Sol. We scrubbed and wiped and wore ourselves out.
I considered taking before and after pictures for the blog, but decided it wasn't worth the humiliation that would inevitably go along with showing the before pictures. Yes, I'm proud of the after, but I'm content to just let you imagine rather than showing you the reality of the before.
As we were cleaning out cupboards, I happened upon this:My mom made each of us one of these plates in Relief Society back a million years ago when I was just a little girl. I've had mine ever since and loved it. In fact, I think my sisters each have theirs, too ... I'll have to ask them. I'm curious now.
But as I pulled mine from the cupboard, I noticed that the back of the plate had been marred and stained, and bubbles were starting to form in the Melmac on the front. It's not really safe to eat off it anymore - you wouldn't want to get a piece of plastic on your fork and then ingest it.
I decided to retire this piece of history, and to take a picture to treasure instead.
I do this a lot when I need to discard something - I'll take its picture so I'll remember it, and then I don't have guilt for throwing it away. I can remember the fond thoughts that go along with it, but I don't have an attic full of boxes of things I can't bear to part with. There are certain things I'll always keep, like my stuffed pink dog, but other things, I can afford to throw away.
Goodbye, rabbit plate. I'll miss you. But thank you for being mine for as long as you were.