Unpacking treasures

I am slowly unpacking. Slowly. Like one box per two days or something like that. The reason is, I have to find new places for this stuff. And, also to throw out items I no longer need, or want or maybe are broken and I thought I could fix them, and maybe I could but just will never get around to it and the item can be replaced for like a dollar. Got all that?

Unpacking is kind of like Christmas. You unwrap something and you go 'aww I forgot all about this, I love this' and you get all emotional and sentimental and stuff.

Now with age and chemo brain I am experiencing a new emotion. It's the feeling you get when you can't remember what it is or where it came from. Like this.Yes I know it's a tea pot. It's a Noah's Ark tea pot. I am partial to the Ark and have a sizable collection of all things Ark but this tea pot. I do not know. I'm sure someone gave it to me. I can't recall when, where or who. I am packing it away with my tea type things. It'll come out for my next tea party.

Then there's this. . . . Another mystery! A whistling tea pot! A ceramic whistling tea pot. You plug it in and when the water is hot it whistles! I have a kettle that I love here at home so I thought I'd bring it to work. I'll heat up water, just for my tea, that doesn't have a hint of coffee essence in it from the coffee pot.

Guess what? It worked! It worked all right, it heated up the water fabulously, it also leaked, right at the place where you plug it in. And it never did whistle.

Out it goes.

Then there's this cutie. .
My old pug wallet. It's torn and I have a new pug wallet but I couldn't bear to throw it out. It had a couple of gift cards in there. Probably expired, .80 in change and a key. I don't know what it's for but I have to keep it. I put the cards in my newer wallet, with the change and the key. The wallet. I threw it out.

And dug it out of the trash.

Then threw it out again.

Then dug it out and put it in another box that I need to go through. I'll decide later if I'll keep it or throw it out. For now, it stays.

Then there was this stuff I had packed from my bathroom.
Several old toothbrushes, some old dried up mascara, the package that my chapstick came in, 3 tubes of chapstick, a cool looking brown glass bottle of ignatia amara 30X. Empty. I have no idea what this is or what it's for. Two plastic bottles of ignatia amara 30x with a cool dispenser cap. One full, one empty. Several unsharpened pencils. A rusty toenail clipper. Not one but three. Some ear plugs. A scented white board marker. Cherry. A staple remover. (In the bathroom? Why?) A small mirror. Cuticle nippers and a nail file.
A broken pair of reading glasses. A marble. Some dried up concealer. A ribbon. An eraser. Another key with unknown origins. The lid to something. A keychain. And not a cool one either. It's ugly.
Some old name tags. A pad of small post its. A teeny tiny itsy bitsy button. In its own teeny tiny itsy bitsy bag. I have no idea where this came from or why I will keep it in my button box. But I will. Some travel dental floss, a small screw driver and some dried up lip liner. A tin of Vicky Mints. I have had these for so many years. The mints are shaped like little lips, have you seen them? And they taste vaguely like cinnamon. I should throw them out. I didn't.

Some tiny lipsticks from Avon.
I did throw these out. They are in awesome colors and all but I hate putting them on. Sometimes the lipstick breaks, then I forget to use them. I used to put them in my purse, because they are small, but the lids don't stay on and I get lipstick all over everything.
A pill bottle, with long expired flexeril in it also had these large pills. I think they're vicodan or codeine or something. I think I got these when I threw out my back many years ago. The blue pill, is a mystery. No idea what that is or what it's for or why all these pills are in the same pill bottle.

Out they go.

An old lipstick. An old obviously much loved lipstick.
Sorry champ, out you go.
I put some on for old times sake just before I threw it out.
It's a nice color.
I did NOT dig it out of the trash.
It's been two days now and I still keep looking at it.
There.
In the trash.

And look at all these pins!
I'm sort of OCD about pins.
I admit it.
But who does it hurt? Huh? Who?
That's right
No one
I don't wear them
Ever
But I continue to collect them