What did I find?
Well I survived my little foray into our loft. It is not a job I ever intend doing again. It was shameful what we had up there, shameful. I will be brutally honest and say that the fault lies firmly and squarely at the feet of my husband! Now, I am not in the habit of running him down in his absence, but he would admit it too. He finds it terribly hard to get rid of things, so I have done it for him. There were boxes up there for items that we don't even own any more. I mean a car load of boxes. I will also not admit to how many old duvets I found that my OH has insisted on keeping over the years in case they come in handy.
Gone, gone gone.
I will however confess to a few moments of reminiscing over school books and baby clothes and the one small box of memories that were mine. Sigh, the good old days.
I found the silver locket that my parents gave me on my 16th birthday.
The pearls my Grandy let me have. Real? Not sure. Don't care.Remind me of her.
And this little owl - some things come back into fashion if you keep them long enough!
There were also a collection of things I had put up there for the children - books, shoes in certain sizes, clothes etc and forgotten about. Some I have missed the boat with , but some are perfect for now and the years to come so I'm keeping. The charity shop has benefited from a boot load too . Of course I couldn't drop off at the charity shop without a quick look.
Don't shoot me though - it is from Primark. Recycling at it's best.