During the holidays I decided to tackle the toys lurking underneath my middle son's bed, deciding, first and foremost, that bins under beds should have lids: no one wants to play with a dusty toy. There I found a bin containing hundreds of small stones, each one unique, hand-picked by one of my sons on one or another warm summer day.
Blog: A Diva's Point of View
- Last spring, I participated in a Healthy Living Fair, and a lovely older man, Alan, won a three-hour organizing session in the draw that I held that day. I called him some days later, to drop off the "no expiration" gift certificate that he had won.
- Almost four years ago, I myself downsized into an apartment in Riverdale. My three sons and I set about downsizing our belongings. Some things were easy to let go, but some toys, books and games were precious enough to be stored in my mother's storage locker in the building where she lives. Each son has a bin there as well, full of keepsakes.