I'd like to go on record that "toss" does not mean it goes to the dump. These boxes are all full of quite nice things that I am sure someone will be happy to own. Such as my Christmas Angels in the red Bon Marche bag.
I realize these are quite dated.... Older than my own children. I made these in my early 20's from a pattern in a magazine, probably Good Housekeeping or Redbook. They haven't seen a Christmas in many many years but I just couldn't give them up. This is finally the year to do so. Can I say I'm a bit sad that neither daughter wanted them? Okay, I can understand why, but still...??!!??
All in all it just wasn't too tough. Did I just happen to be in the right mood or am I really getting tired of so much S.T.U.F.F.?? The most emotional time was coming across this:
It's a blue/greenish metallic paper coated box top. Just a piece of junk, literally. I don't even know if the bottom of the box exists. What I do know is this, it was a box that my Mom had used for Christmas things for years. Many many years.
You can't read it, but beneath the "Hutzler Brothers Co." it says Baltimore. We left the east coast and moved back to Seattle in 1961 or '62, so it's at least that old. I think Mom may have kept Christmas cards received or to be written in the box. I seem to remember it with a rubber band holding it closed. No matter what was originally in this box, it has passed through the years and must have been unconsciously noted each year as we set about bringing out Christmas. Nothing I sorted through evoked as much emotion as this broken little box top. Such a silly little thing.