This afternoon, I made my way into the basement and the ‘party room’. A zig zag trail was established. There to one side is a series of clothes racks loaded with garments. I noticed a space behind with nothing rising to the ceiling like the rest of room. Why the space? I cleared room toward that space behind the clothing rooms.
Once again, I didn’t do much to organize the outside in readiness for the pending sales. But, this was a lovely discovery. Getting beyond the stuff and getting down to the memories of the hoarder, if possible, is a gift. Especially when they have passed. I don’t believe I ever heard from my aunt where her wedding gown was. Now I know.
A side note. Today, I got forced by momentum into a box of stuff. Protruding from the box’s side was a 1 1/2″ needle, which I ran in under the right side of my ribcage. Like a bee sting with extra juice. Cleaned the area, but throbbing around the lowest rib.