An ancient stuffed bear named Tah (Tay) who I usually identify with he/him pronouns. Given to me when I was born or sometime in the early 70s, Tah is brown, slightly matted and in possession of very wobbly joints, if they can even be called that at this point. He’s escaped a fire, survived boarding school, college and countless other moves. Tah is a keeper.
image: a stuffed brown bear with a red ribbon around their neck, not my bear but one of Tah’s distant cousins:-)
What’s 1 item you could never throw out?
Could be your monogrammed ballet flats or an ancient copy of Anne of Green Gables. Maybe your mother’s apron or something you were given as a gift. What would it be, your one item you could never get rid of? Leave a comment below.
My shelves and shelves of journals...I'm not so precious about things given to me, but even though I know most of my journals are words I wouldn't want to revisit, I will always keep them near (there are at least a hundred?!).
My shelves and shelves of journals...I'm not so precious about things given to me, but even though I know most of my journals are words I wouldn't want to revisit, I will always keep them near (there are at least a hundred?!).
At least a hundred?! Wow, Julia. I may need a photo of this display. Sounds glorious. <3