Anyone who knows me these days knows that I have too much stuff. Too many books, too many clothes, too many gadgets in my kitchen, and the list goes on and on. Yesterday I was at my parents' old house going through some of my stuff that I haven't seen in at least twenty years. Some of my stuff that I'd all but forgotten about, but oh, how special it was! Much more special than many of the things I find myself picking up at Target or Kohl's when I'm shopping.
What particularly caught my eye were my pins. They were just pins that a girl might stick on the lapel of her Sunday coat, but as I was looking at them, I remembered each of them so clearly. There's the snowman with the pink hat that had lip gloss inside of it, and there's the little bird in a cage that wiggled a little when you shook it. There's the pilgrim man and woman that I'd usually wear at Thanksgiving. And of course a jack-o-lantern for Halloween and a Santa Claus for Christmas. These pins are made of plastic, but I kept them in my little musical jewelry box with the twirling wind up ballerina inside of it. I looked at them so, so many times and looked forward to wearing them as the holidays and seasons came around or as the mood presented itself. There were a few pins from when I was a little older, too. These were painted metal. Miss Piggy wearing black fishnet tights and dancing like she was in a Broadway musical revue. A little ordinary pig, too. I'm not sure what was up with the pigs. It never would stay latched so I had to be careful to make sure that it didn't fall off my clothing. I remembered this defect without even examining it. These pins were among my treasures.
I was suddenly filled with tenderness for the girl that I was. I treasured the things I had and was not always seeking more. I always had lots of toys and things growing up, but at some point I accumulated so much "stuff" that it has sometimes become difficult to remember what is really important. I want to be this girl again. I want to buy less and purge more. I want the opportunity to treasure the things that actually mean something to me.
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