nostalgic

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When I was back at the parents' house a couple of weeks ago, I had some time to dig through closets, reminisce about old times and haul back some objects. It was good to see all that stuff again.

I'm pretty good at throwing stuff out, decluttering and the like. But there are a few things that I like to hold onto. I've got a little file folder with play programs or orchestra bills, notes from friends, or drawings. My life mementos.

You know how people will say, the best time of your life is during high school? Or maybe instead they'll say that about college? I don't know if that's true, and I prefer to think that it's not (I like to think that life will just keep getting better), but I had a good time during those years. And most of my mementos come from that timespan also. I don't add to my little file folder as frequently as I used to.

Anyway, what I really wanted to talk about was yarn. My mom used to have this giant plastic bag filled with wool yarn when I was growing up. She had some wool sweaters she had knit as well. And I don't know, but I'm pretty sure that most if not all of these projects came from the same brand of yarn.

A while ago, I was visiting a yarn store, and I noticed some yarn. I recognized it immediately. I knew the smell, and I knew the feel of it. And when I looked at the tag, I saw that it was from Maine (where we used to live, and where my mom picked up knitting). I bought a skein, because I was feeling nostalgic, and because I had never seen that yarn before anywhere, except in my mom's knitting bag.

So, I guess I can be nostalgic about yarn as well. Maybe after I make something with it, I will slip the tag off, cut a length of yarn, and add these to my little file folder. It's nice to have a safe place to store mementos and reminisce about the past.

K