A Sorting of Sorts

Today I sorted through container after container of paper. Big sheets, scraps, itty-bitty pieces. I learned a lot about paper. It does pay to buy the good stuff. The not so good stuff ended up in the trash.

At one point I thought I was done, only to discover an even larger tub of MORE of the same.

There were a few things worth finding. Happy little discoveries. Youngest Son stopped by which was helpful. Eleven hours of sorting on my own just may have been too much for me. Trying to justify keeping a bit of wrinkled paper sounds as stupid as it actually is when I'm HEARING myself say it to someone else.

So, the drawing of the Dutch girl stays.

And the shapes I made by embossing paper using the cover of an old leather book.

The Erasmus quote, which used to be true for me. Once, long ago, I only bought books. As you may have noticed, I've diversified. Although, I don't buy much food and my clothing looks a bit shoddy.

The old Christmas card lost a few stars but I'm glad I found one. If I remember correctly, the ones I sent out had a wreath on the house, smoking curling up from the not-pictured chimney and a Christmas tree in the front window. I've yet to draw the house we are living in now. Maybe next Christmas?

I'm trying to remember what this drawing is about. I must have wanted to scare my children.

Hmm. It seems that somewhere in the past I had a desire to crackle and stain EVERYTHING I made.

Not pictured is an extremely tiny baggie filled with trimmings from primary colored card stock.

WHY? Why did I neatly file away trash?

So, I got rid of about half (although not that tiny baggie of trimmings) and have since found ANOTHER large container FULL.

This is only ONE room. I've still another to go through.