We finally got round to clearing out our attic last Saturday. It's a job we've been threatening to do for at least the last three years, promising to have a car boot sale with all the
junk hidden treasures taking up space up there.
So, S made two trips to the dump and a further trip with said treasures to his work storage shed for a brief stop off until he can take them to the local town auction - apparently they can sell any old crap what with one man's junk being another man's treasure! Among other things, we re-discovered 4, count em, guitars, amps, fishing rods, computer monitors, printers, convection heaters - all in perfectly good working order!
I also came across a box of basically every letter, postcard and greetings card I've ever received from my teens onwards from friends, family, acquaintances and some folk I now don't remember at all! I spent the afternoon getting lost in the reminiscences of first loves, holiday romances, 'sorry you're leaving' cards from jobs I barely remember and gossipy letters from my friends sent to me when I lived in Germany, Portugal, Cyprus and Tunisia back in the days when people still put pen to paper and sealed it in an airmail envelope which always gave me a thrill of excitement when it landed through my letter box - do you remember how exciting it was to get a big, long, handwritten letter in the post - opening an email just isn't the same.
Anyway, I decided that, as I'd been lugging this box of correspondence around from house to house (as well as country to country) for the last 20 odd years only for it to sit forgotten and dusty in my attic, that it was time to be ruthless and get rid. I did keep all the birthday cards from my parents (the started at age 11 onwards when my tendency to hoard such things must've first begun!) and I'll always keep the cards and letters that S has sent me over the years but the rest, I ripped up and consigned to the bin - I don't need the physical letters when the memories are all still there in my head.
Anyway, the point of this post is, in the middle of this box of memories I discovered a little envelope with 8 small watercolour illustrations I did back in 1997 when I was living in Dublin and had the idea of designing greetings cards (several rejection letters put that idea on the back burner for several more years when the advent of Etsy and Folksy meant I could sell them myself without needing the services of a publishing house!) There were 4 more that I had framed and gave to my mum which I mentioned back here.
I did do art this week (the People Per Hour commission) but I can't show it yet so I thought I would share these little blasts from the past instead!
Happy Paint Party Friday for tomorrow (I'm a little early)!