Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
My favourite mug which is cracked alongside the handle so can't be used, but is far too pretty to throw away. Toys, books, dvds are also hard to throw away. Old calendars with pictures that I really enjoyed looking at each month.
Photographs of persons I cannot name, good empty boxes, anything of sentimental value...
ReplyDeleteThings my son made when he was a child. Linda in Kansas
ReplyDeleteClothes. I had three different sizes and now I'm down to medium and small. Can't give up the medium.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day. ♥
Old pots and pans.
ReplyDeleteDouble sided tape!
ReplyDeletePictures for sure but often odd things that I am convinced I will someday need, like sink stoppers:))
ReplyDeleteMemories...
ReplyDeleteThings that might be needed someday, i have to remind myself that "someday" is not a day of the week!
ReplyDeleteMy favourite mug which is cracked alongside the handle so can't be used, but is far too pretty to throw away. Toys, books, dvds are also hard to throw away. Old calendars with pictures that I really enjoyed looking at each month.
ReplyDeleteMy records. Anything connected with music. And my caps.
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