Everyone has skeletons right? Some live in closets, mine lived in a vintage Samsonite train case in my basement storage. I was recently confronted by my case-o-skeleton while in storage digging out one of the cat carriers. I knew the case was there - but I swear I hadn't opened it in nearly 10 years. So this past Saturday I finally opened the case and confronted a skeleton.
The case contained memories from a boy I dated when I was 16ish. Seems so funny now thinking back about what my feelings were then for that boy and what my feels are now for my husband. I discarded most of the items in the case, but I couldn't part with these wonderful envelopes and a few ephemera items, that will actually become part of art someday. I give the boy a lot of credit he was a really good artist.
I had to enclose the other picture just because - I laughed when I saw it and thought - o crap I was really young and man I wore the heck out of that dress; wonder what ever happened to it?