One foam roller. Very hard. And possibly stolen.
One photo album. Not pretty.
Two fabric remnants. Very plaid.
One zipper. Hilariously, I thought I might use this.
Two fancy wooden puzzles. Done and done again.
A commemorative centennial glass. A gift.
Pewter cream and sugar set. Familial, but not loved.
Five glasses. They just appear, I swear.
A seal-a-meal machine. Something to which I should have said no.
A jeweler’s ruler. Did I ever really need this?
A tiny saw blade. No idea.
A hide-a-key box. I don’t think it actually opens.
A striped shirt. Wrong stripes.
A white camisole. Seriously trashed.
A small notebook. I am bedeviled by small notebooks.
A crazy-ass necklace. From whence?
A string of crystal beads. Nice enough.
Two pairs of pants. Left over from the broken ankle period.
Two pairs of socks. Ditto.
One sarong. From my brief sojourn in Africa, decades ago.
Two martini glasses. My own design, which is no reason to keep them.
Two spice jars. I’ve moved from jars to tins.
One pencil jar. Must find a new strategy for containing all of the writing and drawing implements.
Five things that once held candles. Don’t worry, there are plenty left.
Eleven champagne flutes. Cheers!
Five pieces of fabric. Time to reduce the stash.
Two pillowcases. Old, old, old.
One pair of jeans. Too baggy.
One toothbrush. These really accumulate if you’re not paying attention.
One book. Liked, not loved.
A pair of sneakers. Thought I’d love ‘em.
An eye pillow. Not used in years.
A bookmark. Too think to be useful.
Another pair of glasses. I know.
And the case they have inhabited.
One therapy band. If I’m not going to use it, I’m not going to keep it.
Three sets of chopsticks. We have really nice chopsticks.
A pile of paper napkins. So many paper napkins in this house.
One eyeglass case. Many glasses = many cases.
A glass bowl with stand. I loved this for many years.
Paper tape. Not sure what I’d do with this.
Striped string. Purchased for a very specific purpose, not purposeless.
Fabric remnant. There are a lot of these.
A bottle of CBD oil. Tastes so bad.
A shiny rock. I have discarded several dozen rocks over past 10 years.
Artist trading cards. These re super cool.
A tiny shiny bag. For… something.
A magnet. Only the favored survive.
Pajamas. Holes! I’d keep wearing them if I could.
A candleholder. Candle is gone, so is the jar.
Doorknob. There is a story here, but never mind.
A package of beads. For a project not realized.
An eraser. These keep appearing.
Under-counter radio. Poor reception, no spot for an antenna.
A chipped plate. No room for the chipped around here.
A steamer sans pot. Yet another kitchen fire!
A package of soy butter. Just, no.
An unreadable thermometer. Not helpful.
A basketball. Not sure why we own this.
A bar of soap. So. Much. Soap.
A pair of shoes. Much loved, never worn.
A book. I liked it.
A pair of glasses. Old Rx.
Four pairs of earrings. From my mother’s vast collection.
One necklace. Once part of a garment.
Zippered pouch. I love these things!
Many tiny clothespins. Yes, tiny clothespins.
50 days to a better life cards. My life is just fine, thank you.