Shred-a-rama

Shred-a-rama
Originally uploaded by 365 Things

What: 3-ish inch stack of index cards
Origin: When I first started my business, I used them to track my contacts.
Why Kept: The process became unwieldy pretty quickly, and I found other ways to manage it pretty well. (Well, better, at least. Not perfectly.)  Closest reason is Out of Sight, Out of Mind.
How long kept: Spring, 2008.
Destination: Shredder, then recycling

Confession: Embarrassingly, the stack of cards wasn't really out of sight. I must have moved it around in my desk area a few times a month, if only to dust.   I completely forgot what these were until I decided I wanted to use some index cards to organize a project I'm working on.

Confession -- addendum:  I probably purchased some of these index cards in the 1980s:  Vintage!  (Some of the plain white ones seem like they are a little yellow around the edges, maybe just in my mind.)  Good thing I held on to 'em, ack!  (It can't be a full-on aargh, since I actually did use them.)

Bonus: I had a head crushingly terrible headache this morning that I thought I'd gut through. As soon as I found these, I snapped the photo and shredded them, despite the headache. (And since I had a meeting move today, I was able to take an advil and short nap, which helped.   Or did getting rid of something even in the face of this minor snafu in my day actually make a difference?  Either way, buh-bye headache...in more ways than one!?!)

Guest Post: I'm keeping the yellow ones!

I'm keeping the yellow ones!
Originally uploaded by heywattsky

From "S", via Flickr...

"All 100% nylon and have danced to the Go-Go's "We Got the Beat" (in the privacy of a living room, of course) more times than, well, more times than it takes to wear out the soles, evidently (the 4 fluorescents on the right are Norma Kamali, who seems to have staying power on her own). Still perfectly good for that next Big-80s party, but it gets scary when I resort to them due to laziness in doing laundry, or--worse--laziness in buying more socks. The cat stays, the sox whose elastic still works go to Good Will.

I know--they'd make cute catnip toys--but, NO! they Go-Go!"

What Makes Something "Vintage"?

What:   A brand new baby gap fleece shirt, 12-18 months.

Origin:   Newport Mall, 1996?  and then my front hall closet.
Last Used:   Never, although there used to be a small pinchy teddy bear in the box, which I believe I pulled out and gifted at some point.
Why kept:   The occasion for the original gift passed; I saw the child's dad the other day, and his son is now almost a teenager.   It lived on a top shelf in my closet, way above my line of sight, resurfacing during occasional purges.   (It Might Be Useful.)  With all of the nephews I have, you'da thunk I could have released this sooner.   But I never would have found it without this project!  (I Forgot That I Had It.)
Destination:  "M", for the Little Boy.

Confession:  This one's a twofer, because I'm mailing it an Amazon box I had in the closet.