This weekend was a busy one. Jim and I got a good bit accomplished outside. That grass just keeps on growing with the rain and the warm weather. I honestly think I could watch it grow. Then on to the inside of the house.
My other task has been going through my mom’s things which are at our house since she was living with us. I have managed to go through her clothes. I have sorted and put names in the ones going to the home. The rest I have organized into seasons and have put in the top of the closet. My mom is my inspiration for my love of fabric and colors. She loves clothes and so do I. The two of us could open a clothing store with all our clothing. Clothes horses we both are.
Going through her things without her being with me felt a bit invasive. My sister came and helped and that made it somewhat easier. Each item brought a memory back of when we purchased it, or when she wore it last. The colors bright and cheerful but sometimes the memories made me cry.
Now I am going through the stuff… and I mean stuff. She stuffed things everywhere. Boxes, books, purses, bags, plastic bags, containers, you name it and she has it full of snippets of paper, envelopes with writing, pictures, keys, more notes, and screws, nails, tools and so forth. Talk about a pack rat! I found tax papers, receipts, addresses, and important papers all mixed together. Memories galore flooded back as I found a rock my boys painted for Gram when they were little guys.
I am sorting through it all as I go. Who knows what treasure she has hidden that I need to find to remember that woman who was my mother, while I take care of the woman who is my mother. Organization is such a job and such a joy. I will take the job as long as I can share the joy with my mom!
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