Deconstructing Moose
Aug. 2nd, 2004 09:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
littlemooseSo today I dismantled the last remaning parts of my childhood. We cleared out the loft, and I finally found it in me to throw out the toys, comics, teeny magazines and other childhood remenants that were mouldering away up there. The books have gone to oxfam, the comics to the dump - they were too damp to do much with really - and everything else just went in the bin. Well, I did keep one old issue of Smash Hits from 1994, because it has an Ant and Dec pic that is begging to be scanned.
All the old toys went too. It's a shame really, because most of the dmage was incurred as a result of being stuck in the loft. So they've gone. Apart from my dolls house, which my grandad bought and painstakingly refurbished - seriously, he bought beautiful wallpaper offcuts for each room, stuck down pieces of carpet, and proper slate and brick paper for the outside, it still looks a treat. the day that gets thrown out is the day I'm not on the planet to stop it.
It was quite funny seeing my old Big Yellow Teapot again (an original too, not one of the late 80's re-issues!). It was one of my favourite toys as a preschooler. I think the teacup chairs were so cute, not to mention the sugarbowl car ;) The family were long gone though... I think they were reappropriated as pieces for a game or something.
I also found a folder of all the shit shit shit poetry I used to write as a teenager. Honestly, I was so emo I'm surprised no one ever dropped anything heavy on me. Mum refused to let me throw it out though, saying I'd thank her for it one day, so it got sealed up in a big polybag and it's going back up there, with a warning note attached that contents 'may induce nausia, and a need to seek out and maim the poet'.
Dad and I were just coming out of Tescos this evening when the first of the summer storms hit. Hot day, cool rain - gorgeous. It was fantastic, coming home through the steam and the rain, with the smell of hot, wet earth heavy around us and good music on the car radio. It was just one of those moments where everything is right.
*happysigh*
All the old toys went too. It's a shame really, because most of the dmage was incurred as a result of being stuck in the loft. So they've gone. Apart from my dolls house, which my grandad bought and painstakingly refurbished - seriously, he bought beautiful wallpaper offcuts for each room, stuck down pieces of carpet, and proper slate and brick paper for the outside, it still looks a treat. the day that gets thrown out is the day I'm not on the planet to stop it.
It was quite funny seeing my old Big Yellow Teapot again (an original too, not one of the late 80's re-issues!). It was one of my favourite toys as a preschooler. I think the teacup chairs were so cute, not to mention the sugarbowl car ;) The family were long gone though... I think they were reappropriated as pieces for a game or something.
I also found a folder of all the shit shit shit poetry I used to write as a teenager. Honestly, I was so emo I'm surprised no one ever dropped anything heavy on me. Mum refused to let me throw it out though, saying I'd thank her for it one day, so it got sealed up in a big polybag and it's going back up there, with a warning note attached that contents 'may induce nausia, and a need to seek out and maim the poet'.
Dad and I were just coming out of Tescos this evening when the first of the summer storms hit. Hot day, cool rain - gorgeous. It was fantastic, coming home through the steam and the rain, with the smell of hot, wet earth heavy around us and good music on the car radio. It was just one of those moments where everything is right.
*happysigh*
