Several years ago when I was in Ontario visiting my sister we spent some time reorganizing some of her closets. That’s when we came across the boots. The big bad bright blue boots. She didn’t wear them any longer but they held special memories for her from another time. A time when she was young and carefree and living in another country as an exchange student in Denmark. To throw away the boots felt like she was throwing away that time in her life, so they sat in her closet year after year collecting dust until I got a hold of them.
So what was the compromise? We took a picture of those oh so lovely boots (ahem), a picture of my sister lovingly caressing them and saying goodbye. Then together we took them to the Salvation Army and I watched as she cried huge wracking sobbing tears of sadness. Oh okay maybe she wasn’t exactly sobbing but I swear I saw a tear leave her eye as she reluctantly handed them over.
As difficult as it was though she did part with them, that part is true. Now she has pictures of the boots to remember that time in her life and has a lot little more space in her closet to utilize for other things. She still misses them terribly but she says she doesn’t regret giving them away.
Way to go girl, love ya! 🙂
PS: I’ve cropped the picture above as the actual picture shows my sister trying to keep her face from going to the ugly cry. Really it was just too much so I had to crop her out 🙂