Apr 26, 2010 23:32
I am, apparently, that silly person in the infamous IKEA lamp ad. In the process of uncluttering my living room, I put two stuffed animals on the "trash" pile. Trash doesn't go out till tomorrow night, and my husband won't take all the boxes and crap out till then. And he's too lazy to put the fucking things in a bag. So every. single. time. I walk into the kitchen, there they are. Looking all mournful. They even fell such that one looks like he's holding the other. AWWW! :'(
They aren't, and never were, favorites of mine. They were gifts from my mother about 15 years ago. One is a two-foot floppy panda with a beach shirt and beach hat. The other is a 1' stuffed mouse with ginormous ears and a Christmas sweater and santa hat. I think it's possible that the reason I don't care for them is that I don't like stuffed animals in clothing-- it's much more her taste than mine. These two have been in a pile of clutter for years, and I've tried both Freecycle and Salvation Army to no avail-- nobody seems to want them.
I thought I was cool with chucking them, but the more I think about them in a landfill and a dirty garbage truck, the sadder I get. It's ridiculous, but I've got this *thing* about stuffed animals. I tweeted about this, and got one "rescue them!" and one "chuck them, you don't need more clutter!"-- so I leave it to you to determine their fate. No pressure, really!
Poll save them, or trash them?