Keepers

I have to admit that there is one thing I absolutely love about moving. It's the ability to weed through and discard old junk. Over the past few weeks I've been knee deep in childhood and singlehood memories as I prepare to part with things I haven't so much as looked at in years. It truly is time. And then there are the items I can't believe I still have and will never let go of. 

For example...

Copy of Get Out magazine, my old employer, whom A. talked me into being on the cover of after I'd left. That's me on the bottom right with a horrible, horrible haircut and my brother Matt above. I vividly remember how hot is was that Arizona day, hence the squinting.

Signed painters cap from Bob Villa that someone got for me when I was out sick from work. During my senior year in high school I sold paint at Sears. Looking back this is probably where I began my many odd years of selling in the home improvement industry...

A mold of my hand that my Dad made in 1985. It's basically still the same size today!

I wonder what else I'll be able to find?