When we were newly married, 22 years ago, we were asked to be in an original Valentine's Day play which involved me being Japanese and my husband playing Elvis. (You had to be there...) I sewed some Elvis pants for him: white polyester with red flares inserted in the bellbottoms.
Well, I found those pants in the attic. Not only is my husband happy that no one took photos of the event, I'm sure he will be glad the evidence is now gone. Why I kept them for so long, I'll never know. Why do we keep items people don't like or will never use? Is it to bring a smile to our faces when we see it? I'd like to think we have good enough memories to tell the funny stories of our lives without storing the props that go along with the stories. So, if you have something as atrocious as Elvis pants in your home, get rid of it and feel free to rely on your memory!
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