Gram gave me these scissors when she first taught me how to do embroidery. Even though the scissors were broken, I’ve kept them because I’ve been afraid that throwing them out would mean I would forget about the wonderful times she and I had sewing together.
Well, I didn’t. In fact, I think I’m less likely to forget these memories that I now keep in my memory book, instead of keeping those memories in a broken pair of scissors (what would she have said about that, anyways?)
Original Cost: Free. A gift from Gram.
What convinced me to get rid of them: I realized I had a better way to keep my memories of her than keeping things she gave me that are now broken.
Fate: Trash can.
Total $ wasted on junk so far this year: $73.