To Let Go or Not To Let Go

We have now been in our "new" home for ten weeks, and we're still settling in. Some things are holding things up, we have a contractor who does a great job, but, it's taking him a long time to get things finished up.

We still have boxes packed that are shoved in the basement bathroom.

And this is where the "to let go or not to let go" comes in.

I am missing some things, things that I do use and would like to be able to use again but they are way in the back of the bathroom

Do you want to dig in here for a box that is in the back?

I certainly don't and DH gives me the look when I even mention it so it's not going to happen anytime soon.

(thank goodness for this extra space to store all my "junk")

But now, there are some things that I really don't miss, but not sure that when I see them, I may realize I did miss them, 

here's the problem,

it's deciding where the heck to put it all when I unpack it.

For years I've collected teapots and tea cups.

Some are China, with beautiful prints that I definitely want to keep, 

but the others are interesting.

They're teapots, not your average style, they're of scenes, like a garden cart or a store front.

They're really fun but I have no place for them, at least not where I'd like to put them.

It's funny, this house is a little bigger than our last place, yet I had a bigger dining room and living room.

I even had space above my kitchen cabinets to display my collections.

Here, I have no space above my cupboards, my dining and living room are combined and they're cozy.

So, do I let them go or keep them?

Do I put a shelf up in another room and add my collections 

or just let them go?

I guess when I open up those boxes,

I'm hoping as soon as I see them, I will know what I really 

want to do!

Father and Daughter Story

I love ribbons. I have been collecting them for some time now. I buy them when they're on sale, when I'm looking for specific ones for a project or just because they're pretty and I have to have it. The ribbons you see are only a fraction of what I have. I have a pile there because I'm looking through them to see what I could use for my clipboard project.
To show you how I'm obsessed with ribbons involves my dad. I was on eBay one morning, dangerous. And I saw someone was selling a lot of ribbon. Lots and Lots of ribbon. Well, I was going to work, and at the time there was no computer, so I called my dad. You see dad and I really enjoy eBay, sometimes too much. But my dad is good at bidding. I get my talents from him...lol...so I called him that morning. "Dad, could you do me a favor?" I asked. "Sure, what is it?" he said. "Well you see, I was on eBay this morning and saw some ribbon that I would like and I can't bid on it from work, can you do it for me?"I asked. "Let me get on and see what you're looking at." He said. I told him which one it was. "Why do you need all that ribbon?"he asked. "Why? Because I have an addiction and I need to satisfy it."I said. He laughs. "But this is the rule"I said, "No more than $20.00 for that whole lot. The shipping on it is already another $20.00 so my budget is only 20, ok?" I said. "Ok,"he said. "Dad I know you, don't go crazy" I said. "What do you mean?"he asks. So the morning goes by, he's bidding. And it's a bidding war. It's ugly, I tell you. The bid is over. I call him. "So what happend?"I asked. "Well, this is what happend"he says. "Dad, what did you do?"I ask. "Well, I got it. For $40.00."he says. "WHAT!!!!"I said. "This is what happend, some woman, she wouldn't stop. Everytime I bid then she bid. It was crazy, she wouldn't back down!!!" he explains.He sounded flustered and frustrated. "But dad, I told you no more then $20.00. That's way over!!!"I said. "I know, I know, don't worry mama, this is what I'll do, you pay for Shipping and I'll pay for the ribbon." He says. "But dad" I said. "I'm sorry, but she made me mad and I had to get it, she just wouldn't stop!!" he says. But he beat her to it, he got the last bid in before time was up. That felt good. " I understand, dad. I've been there, done that."I said. So, my big box of ribbon arrived and I called my dad, I told him it came and that I loved him. And that I now understand where I get my competive spirit from.
This is for you dad. Love you