My west coast brother informed me that today is "Old Stuff Day." Since I am now in my 81st year, it will come as no surprise that I have accumulated an abundance of old stuff. Even after downsizing twice and having an estate sale I still have old stuff.
But sometimes old stuff isn't all that bad. Last year one of my granddaughters saw a sweater I had pulled out of the closet, thinking I might donate it. She declared it "vintage" and asked if she could have it. Of course I said yes, and gave her two more besides.
Just this week the same granddaughter told me that she is still using a handmade blanket that my west coast sister-in-law made for me over 40 years ago. I had let her take it to college. She and her boyfriend spread it out on the floor to relax on while eating popcorn and watching TV. Just what it was made for.
And even better, thinking about old things, yesterday my wonder spouse and I delivered an old but still beautiful maple rocking chair to my grandson and his very expectant wife. The baby is due any time now and it gives me a happy glow to think about him being rocked to sleep in the same rocker in which my mother rocked me and my younger brothers to sleep. I also put a lot of rocking miles on that chair when my babies came along.
Isn't it good that some old stuff just gets better with age?
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