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October 30th, 2008 – by: williamsworld
The vacuum clicked and rattled its dissention with having to pass through the cream-colored shag--Minute bits of plastic Iâd imagine-- parts BARBIE will just have to do without. Yesterday, I slashed, organized, and gutted all my daughterâs worldly possessions, and I come away with a sense of comradeliness with my brethren the Everest climbers or even Jacques Cousteau. To say my Darling is a bit of a pack rat would be to say tv dinners kinda taste good, or orange is kind of a color. Despite the mounds of collected treasures, I caught myself smiling many times at her âworm-holedâ secretsâlike the discovery of a cache of my Chapstick tubesâthe ones that didnât get claimed by the washer and dryerâin the bottom layers of her toy box. There was Easter stuff from LAST year, and nick-nacks from her cronies in first grade. The dress-up bin in the corner of her closet provided a wonderful reminder down my dusty laneâs memory with the many times my girl would just show up downstairs character, in complete regalia. There were countless spent coloring book pages and journal log entries, and other collections of girlie things, like rocks. Two giant garbage bags and four hours of IPOD music later, my daughter got a new room. My hope is that sheâll feel a smidgen of the love thatâs been wafted in her domain; For to her it will be a brand new canvas and the fine art of stashing, but to me, my daughterâs room will always be a magical place.
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