Tat or treasure? Depends on your point of view.
My Mum has been having a sort out.
In other words she’s fed up of things falling on her head when she opens the cupboards and thinks it’s time that I had some of my (and other peoples) crap back.
And to be honest, I don’t really mind. Especially as there are some real gems amongst the tat.
Talk about a trip down memory lane. Not only have delights such as my old school reports (the less said about them the better) and training materials from my first job in Social Services made their way to our spare room, things such as these have been unearthed.
My Grandmother’s ‘best’ tablecloth and my very first apron.
I suspect Gran made the apron for me. And soon it will be Miss P’s turn to don the Paddington bears and head into the kitchen. I need to do a few minor repairs but then it will be ready to be tied around another tubby toddler tummy and get covered in flour.
In fact, Miss P seems to be doing very well out of Operation Declutter One House and Fill Another.
She is now in possession of a lot of my old toys. I had no idea that Mum had hung on to so many. I knew she had kept some of my old teddies but as Care Bears and Pound Puppies made their way across I was hit by so many memories.
Some of the toys probably wouldn’t pass the safety tests now. My beloved Fisher Price Little Snoopy would more than likely be deemed completely unsafe with his spring tail and string lead but I never came to any harm and as long as I’m around then I’m happy for Miss P to play.
Boxes of books are waiting for when she’s older. Part of me is longing for the day I can introduce her to the magical world of Enid Blyton and her Faraway Tree. I wonder if she’ll read Milly Molly Mandy and love the simple stories of running errands with Billy Blunt and Little-Friend-Susan. Oh, and long to be sent to boarding school, convinced it would be just like Mallory Towers.
Still. That’s a while off yet. Maybe I should have a little read in the mean time. Just to check they would be suitable of course.