A threadbare, aqua-colored polka-dot apron. A faded movie theater ticket stub for Avatar in 3D. Two cotton rope bracelets. A program for a multi-day jazz festival. A small suede drawstring handbag with fringe on it.
What do all these things have in common? These items were found when I embarked on a house-wide reorganization/de-cluttering extravaganza. And upon the exhumation of each treasure from its cardboard- box coffin in the Land of Forgotten Stuff --- a/k/a the spare bedroom closet --- I became suffused with joy upon remembering the thing or event it represented:
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