When the movers were packing us up for our return to our Northern, Virginia home, there was this one guy who kept shoving odd items in boxes that were labeled and slated for other rooms. After, speaking to him several times to no avail, my inner Felix started freaking out!!! I asked him not to touch another thing. I spoke to the crew leader and he directed this guy to sit in the truck the rest of the day. He did not return the following day. The rest of the pack-out and move was smooth sailing.
We all have things that are important to us. Maybe they are valuable or perhaps sentimental. I once had a thing that was neither. I just liked it. We unpacked and begin life. I was a bit upset after unpacking when I discovered that my thing was gone. I just learned to live without it.
September 2010 a vintage treasure found. A 5 year mystery solved. In a box, that was clearly labeled for ONE item was my thing!!!!!!!!!!!! Along with many other things, such as a hand hooked rug, a peg rack, and bags to a vacuum cleaner I no longer owned! My husband gave me a look followed by "I thought all the boxes were unpacked?" Of course, I am pointing to the label in a lame attempt to defend myself.
|The top part only is what I thought was in the box!|
There was one other unopened box too. It was labeled this:
Thankfully, that was all it contained. It was a favorite of both my children. Very sentimental.
This simple piece of wood with the little iron clips of leaves and squirrels was the first item I ever purchased from Anthropologie. I don't know the year, but it was in the 90's because I had been at a client meeting in Maryland that day when I happened upon the store.
I think it's ironic that I found this in the fall. It will likely be hung up in the laundry/mud room and go back to it's old job of holding papers, invitations and reminders...
Ready to see the basement storage room makeover? Okay, this week...promise...almost done organizing the photos...but, until then...a sneak peek:
All photos courtesy of A&A