The Story of Stuff
Or: if this sock drawer could talk!
I’ve been throwing a lot of stuff out lately. It’s like my life is flashing through my hands!
It feels weird, seeing this stuff that has been so attached to my life, go. On the other hand: once it’s gone, it’s gone. I never felt cause for regret.
Here’s the comic I made in 2005, about the Great Sock Drawer Fight:
Here’s the final photo of the painting on the sock drawer (upside down):
In all this Throwing Away, I had the most trouble with old books I inherited from my grandmother. I read them all, and it felt very special to know she had read them as well, turned all those pages. But I’ll never read them again. Even if I’d want to, I would prefer ebooks nowadays (much easier on my bad eyes).
So I released them, the works of R.F. Delderfield, which are all excellent reads - especially God is an Englishman - but that’s another story… Here’s a photo to remember them by:
for many years, I had this one spare room in my appartement filled with old shit, because I am having trouble with throwing shit away. The room was unuseable for anything because of that!
last summer, I was forced to clean out this room and throw MANY a childhood memory away, because my kid had indicated he wanted to come over more often and stay whole weekends again, after an absence of doing so for most of the time I've been living here! (this was the largest reason why his room became the "storage-for-miscellaneous-stuff-room" in the first place. my wife was visiting from Poland, where she lives, abd she promised to help me, which she did, bless her! It was difficult for me to let go of so many things that I wasn't really using, but held memories for me anyway. But I did it! and now the room looks awesome! of course, since I cleared it out and made it into a cool boy's room, my kid has only used it twice and since then has had "other shit to do" in his life, (sigh, teenagers, am I right?) but the room is cleared out! no regrets!
Dat sokkengevecht is wel een hilarisch verhaal zeg! 😄