As part of my mission to declutter, I'm purging things I have sentimental but useless attachments to.
Meet Slick. Slick was given to me by a very good friend when I was 11 or so. He's named slick because he is made of a very slippery fabric. I love ya, B, but I don't need the bear in order to remember that.
|floppy bear is floppy|
As for this bear... he doesn't really qualify as a sentimental item because I honestly have no idea why I have him. Because he's floppy and fuzzy? My quota for stuffed animals is much lower now than it was ten years ago, and most of that is filled by my flying monkey, my Lil' Richard (squee!), and my maille-wearing, butter-knife-weilding SCA bear. This guy gets to go on an adventure with Slick to a fabulous new home.
Fortunately, I happen to know several 9-ish year old girls who will appreciate these guys. So they'll get passed on to the next generation at my next opportunity.
This ends the highlights of the clearing-off-the-ridiculously-cluttered-dresser project.
|messy, cluttered dresser top|
|clearer, easier-to-dust dresser top|
Ah! Much better! Mr. Geek quite literally gaped when he saw what I'd done to this previously super-cluttered area. I figure that's a reaction to be proud of. Now to find another corner to tackle...