So close... and yet, so far
I've been helping my parents clean out their house/storage areas in preparation for their upcoming move... and I keep finding strange remnants of my childhood. There was a huge bag of pictures I found yesterday, under the stairs, including some pictures of my and mi familia from the 70's. *(you can tell, because of the rounded edges on the pictures). I stole some of them, because a.)they will never notice b.)there are some great ones of me and my sister that I will have to post here and c.)my dad's 60th b-day is coming up, and I think it would be cool to do something artsy and creative with some of them. I found some more today, in the storage unit. I really love pictures of myself when I was around 4, and appear to have the same sense of style I have now (stripey shirts, pigtails, big clunky sandels, etc...)
Seriously though, I don't know how we're going to actually get all of this crap out of the house. I need to be able to convince them that if we're willing to sell it, we're willing to give it away. It shouldn't be too hard, but it's getting tough to walk around here.
Seriously though, I don't know how we're going to actually get all of this crap out of the house. I need to be able to convince them that if we're willing to sell it, we're willing to give it away. It shouldn't be too hard, but it's getting tough to walk around here.