Treasure trove

I was in my basement trying to recover my Valentine's decoration.  I don't know where did the hanging hearts went, but I can certainly tell you where my Girl's 3T apparel is.  Oh my, fashion finding! This took me a week to go through them individually.  It's abundantly enough to take me to places and phases even unseen faces.  It's retroactive! My lil girl  is growing up so fast.  Physically, I don't probably noticed her as much as other people does because I am always around her. But when you see something tangible, ouch!

I was talking about selling some clothes that don't fit Miffy anymore and I even have a potential buyer for it.  I said, I need some room and the money will go towards a new aquisition of wardrobe. Yeah right! I think you need more ca ching for that eh! Anyway, the thoughts of buying, selling and recycling is an easy pattern.  The recipient is no stranger to my family.  She is my God daughter but why am I in the loop?  What's keeping me?  Although they are newly wash and the box is waiting to be filled, why am I still torn?  I don't get this.  One minute I am willing to sell them the next minute I am  fidgety. Argghh...So I decided to line them neatly and put them in the rack beside my bed so I can view them freely.  Gazing them doesn't fade away my troubled mind. It redirects my conventions. It's better for these clothes to be stock in a new closet than sitting in my basement doing nothing or worst, waiting for a mold to grow. 

I'm sure I can create happy faces.   I can get emotional to my treasure trove and afraid to let go. This is just clothing but what happens if it is something intangible or  extreme circumstances that is part of growing up.  What did my Mother fell when her only daughter has to live in a different continent?  All this and more are crucial over a denim collection.  I think I can get over with it.  I am gonna live!  I've taken dozens of pictures with it to commemorate my passion for fashion with my only daughter.  There's no rarity with dresses.  You can always duplicate them regardless of time.  My treasure trove is beyond that and so is yours. Come take a look!

What's ticking?

Laura, one of the members of our Book Club proposed a Challenge last week about Organization/Minimization.  I'd like to write about it this week.  To my dismay, I've been disconnected to my writing routine.  Anyway, from what I gathered it is something physical or abstract.  It could be as simple as a filing cabinet or certain things like friendship. Let the unveiling begin!

For those who know me enough or know me too well, I am having a hard time keeping up with my Time Management Skill.  It is one of my Organizational flaws since High School. It was okay at that time but now it's a burden!  I am not the only one who's getting ready if we have to head out.  I have to make the kiddies ready as well and sometimes they are not up for it.  The more I'm tangled! The bus leaves at a certain time and we're not in other countries that the bus waits for you.   Sometimes, I am punctual especially if I have a prior engagement to up held.  I wake up at an extra hour to do my regimen and be available to those who need me including our cat. Funny but true! This is a roller coaster ride.  Maybe, if I will write about it, my subconscious would kick in and start reving and rewiring that part in my brain.  I don't want to capitalize on my liability.  It's unfair to those who are around me.  It is a form of stealing something valuable.  Gotta respect that part!  I don't wanna lose my tendencies.