Very few. I left my first husband with a suitcase, and while I did go back and get some of my personal items, I didn’t have any trouble letting him keep the sentimental stuff. It’s just stuff.
But I have my deceased grandmother’s coat. There’s nothing particularly special about it. It’s a decent beige winter coat, probably a wool blend, I’m not even sure. I’ve worn it since her death. The lining is a mess. There are holes in the pockets big enough that I can’t use them because things fall out. There are huge holes and rips in the sleeve linings and back lining. It’s embarrassing to hand the coat to someone to hang up for me.
My husband suggested I just get a new coat. My response was about as cool and calm as if he’d suggested we eat the cat for dinner.
I know. It’s silly. It’s a coat. It probably came from JC Penny’s or Roamans within the last 15 years. It’s not an heirloom. It’s not an antique. But it’s Grandma’s Coat. I am not ready to get rid of it.
(I took it in to my local tailor, who wants $100 to replace the lining. I apparently have my limits. I’m not spending $100 on it. But I’m still wearing it, useless pockets and embarrassing tears and all.)
My 2003 Toyota Highlander. I’ve had many cars in my life, and probably will have a few more to add to the list, but that was the only one that it hurt to let go and that I still think about now and then. Just the perfect fit for me, it ran like a top, it got me through the worst accident I’ve had in my life without a scratch, and I actually got a happy jolt after a long trip spotting it in the parking lot at the airport, waiting to take me home. I sold it in 2010 before it could start breaking down, but everytime I see a Silver Toyota Highlander, my mind goes back to that car…
I would have to say my Carvin DC127 guitar. I went through amps and pedals with my sweet axe. Black hardware on red with red pups. Since I was aging and my disabilities becoming more apparent I stopped playing almost two years ago.
I see my instruments in my closet and sighed heavily I felt I needed to stop seeing my axe collecting dust so I put it up for a trade for a good 9mm pistol. It was gone in two hours.
Thank you, gigi, you’re as perceptive as you are eloquent.
As for you, Count: FIVE HOURS to jump on that? Did you not get out of your coffin until 6PM? I knew as soon as the edit window shut that I should have posted “plush” as the wise person further down the thread did, but I hadn’t had lunch yet and my blood sugar was low. :rolleyes:
As a kid, all the time. All my toys had names and personalities. Even as an adult I sometimes have a hard time throwing stuff out because I “feel bad”. I had to make a conscious decision to tamp those feelings down to unclutter my house.
I have a rather high end, and now out of production, knife that I bought in 1983. I spent a whole two week pay check on it at the time. I have clung to it like grim death itself for 33 years. There have been many times I should have sold it, but I couldn’t let go of it. Even when I sold off the rest of my collection, I never for a moment considered parting with it. I don’t even carry or use it. It sits in my safe, but dammit it is in my safe!
I’m kinda attached to my bed, even though it’s kinda broken down. It’s mostly because I don’t want to get used to a new one. I’m also kinda attached to my house.
The one thing I never got any attachment to was that Companion Cube in Portal. Personifying stuff like that doesn’t work for me. And you just don’t use it long enough.
I bring that up because people actually used that to try and study this sort of emotional attachment, since so many players did become emotionally attached to it.
Several. I was nine when Hurricane Andrew destroyed our home in south Florida, so I have very few possessions from before that time. Each of them is still precious to me.
My step-grandfather, who died when I was a child, had given me this hollow ceramic fisherman statue. He worked on a fishing boat at the time. I was given that fragile little thing at age 4. 49 years later and through all my moves, I still have it, intact and undamaged.
Oh, don’t get your droopy mug out of joint. I didn’t even read/see that until then and its probably why this reply was hours & hours later. Your desk needs a bear & you should get yourself one.
FTR - I don’t stalk people because I know that all stalkers are Scum.
ALSO: its 11:30; go eat something! If blood sugar is an issue, you should keep a stock of something for your desk even if its just a dozen COSTCO packets of gummy bears.
What, you think I want you to die? That list is too long already… so just EAT!
Wayyyyy back when I was a child, my mother decided to get a new vacuum cleaner to replace the ancient Hoover upright we had: one of those old early fifties vacs with the cloth bag on the back and a body made of steel. For some reason, this upset me greatly and I recall being emotional wondering what would become of it. I choose to believe that it’s on a farm somewhere with all the other discarded appliances.
It might be worth it to go ahead and have the lining replaced, or maybe try a different tailor to see if you can get a better price. I stil have my very first wool coat that I bought in 1981. I kept it for a long time with the hole-filled, embarassing lining and worthless pockets, and only wore it occasionally because it felt so ratty. Then I decided to bite the bullet and have the lining replaced (I think I paid about $60). Now it really does feel like a new coat. With the new lining it’s back to being a treasured item in my wardrobe. It’s amazing what a new lining can do for a good coat.
Welcome to my home! Please line up in an orderly fashion and I will give you the dollar tour…hey, where ya going??? it’s not THAT bad…
ok, something small: a shiny silver tube of lipstick (the tube is silver, not the color of the lipstick). Its almost entirely used up. I’ve had it for years and can’t seem to throw it out. The name of the color is ‘Overnight Stay’.
Also, several of my favorite childhood books. two favorites: ‘Raggedy Anne" and "Little Pictures of Japan’ - full of haikus. Both have charming watercolor illustrations. I’ve loved them both forever.
My first thought was “no,” until I read this post. I’m unsentimental about ‘things’ generally, but I still have the collar and tags from my soulmate dog, who was hit by a car and put down 15 years ago. I haven’t looked at it for a few years, but I can still be brought to tears if I think about him too much.
It wasn’t much of a bike, no gears, no hand brakes. A youth coaster bike, in blue, with a light and a carrier. Stolen from beside my house.
I was pissed for a long time and I still look for it! Not sure why, I have another now. It just irks me. If a blue bike goes by, I check. Over a decade and my eye is still drawn to check!
I knew as soon as the edit window shut that I should have posted “plush” as the wise person further down the thread did, but I hadn’t had lunch yet and my blood sugar was low. :rolleyes:
