hidden treasures.

I've been meaning to simplify my life for some time now. Simplify in many ways really, but specifically by ridding myself of things. stuff. clutter. And with a move quickly approaching, I took some time over the long Memorial Day weekend to do just that.

The first stop was the garage. I always think I don't have that much stuff, because nothing in this house belongs to me except what's in my bedroom. Then I remember that I have a garage full of boxes. And who knows how many of those are mine.

Well, now I can tell you. Three. Three of those boxes are mine.
But it took some purging to get there.

I went through every box and threw things away, with Lindsay again being the voice of reason telling me when I was holding on to something I shouldn't. Except this time she didn't even attempt to make me throw out my jersey/sweatpants combo. She already lost that battle once. No need to lose again.

I took a picture of a few hidden treasures I found.

I'd like to introduce you all to Digby. Digby the dog, who I believe had a brother name Dexter.
But that's not the point.

My middle school bestie, Nikki, and I were given matching stuffed dogs for Christmas by a friend-boy. We both loved those stupid dogs. I mean, obviously I loved it because I'm 28 and he was still in my possession (albeit in a box in my garage).
Friends, I hate to tell you this way, but Digby is no longer with us.

I also happened upon my very first cell phone. I even pulled up the antenna for the picture to give the full effect. You're welcome.

That phone was killer. The back lighting was bright blue. And when it rang a picture of a phone showed up on the screen and it was animated. ANIMATION!

A Costco bin of tennis balls that Lindsay has tried to make me get rid of for three years.
For the record, I still have them.

In SLC Lindsay and I had this grand idea that we were going to start playing tennis together. I think she even bought a racket. I know what you want to ask and the answer is no.
We never played.
However, after the purchase my brother, Geoff, and I played every week for a while. "A while" might mean "two weeks", I can't remember.

And last, but certainly not least, formal dresses.
WHY did I keep these?!?
It's a question for which I just don't have an answer.

I tried them on over my clothes. And took photos. Duh.

First up, senior prom. A mint green beauty. The dress came with spaghetti straps, but that was obviously immodest.
So we made it into a halter.
Because clearly a halter is the more modest route...

Next up, bridesmaid dress.
There's nothing clever to say about it, it's just not something I'd ever wear. Unless I moved back to Utah where wearing shirts under strapless dresses is acceptable.

And as you can see, I decided to get fancy with this pose. [Please note the left foot. Fancy.]

I also went through College In a Box and threw 99% of it away. I can't explain to you why I thought I would ever dig through that box to find old notes from [insert college class name here].

And the Goodwill is pret-ty lucky because they also got my collection of romantic comedies. On VHS.

I still have a closet that needs to be de-cluttered, but as it turns out, I'm not moving. Soooo, who knows when that will happen.