Organization

[bluekitsune]

We're slowly beating the house into shape, working together for a while every morning. I am signed up for FlyLady again, and am using her missions/zone of the week as a guideline for what I tackle on any given day. The boy is a lot better at the decluttering side of things, and I am better at cleaning, so that's how we roughly divide it. This

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[akahabby]

Timely differentiation between containment and organization. We spent four hours Sunday just going through bins in the new storage unit (as in the second of two). Tons and tons of photographs--should I tell you that you have in our storage at least four boxes of photos from CRMS, Space Academy, Green River, etc. And of course tons and tons of paper. I have drawings from you as an 18month old. (Yes, I am tossing them. But not without looking at them first.)
I have drawings your sister did at 2. I have letters written to me by my sister when she was in Vietnam and then Hawaii. (We are talking 1960s here)
ALL of this your father insisted I keep. At least put it in a bin and sort it later. I have also a huge bin of Megan's masks and Bryer horses. Also your masks and every piece of pottery you made at CRMS and Chapel Hill.

All of which I know we treasured at the time and which looking at brings back memories. But at this point I think I need to apply your standard of organizing rather than storing. That means sorting and, yes, tossing.

Still, I vote that you keep the lovely fabrics. One day soon you will find a dressmaker who can make you pretty dresses of silk that you can throw on and wear to work or to go out. It's garb of a different sort.

[bluekitsune]

I know I have a CRMS scrapbook/photo album around somewhere, but it's not here. I'll make off with the photos, at least, to get those out of your hair!

I am sure papa has suggested (and if he hasn't, shame on him!) the idea of scanning much of the paper/drawings. The relatively small hassle of storing an external drive or DVD of my 18-month-old scribbles is probably worth the peace of mind that you didn't -really- get rid of them.