A perk of having your husband tour with his rock band for 4 days is what he brings back to make up for his absence – a box of brightly colored macarons from a little French bakery in Brooklyn. We already ate half the box last night.
With the husband being gone, Ave and I packed up and spent the entire 4 day weekend at my parents' house. Now that I'm safely in my thirties, I can unabashedly admit I love hanging out with my mom. We exercised at Curves while my dad entertained Ave, we all went to their church on Sunday, and concluded the weekend with a trip to Costco. Sometimes it's nice to surrender and just go with the flow, which meant going along with everything my parents do on the weekends. I felt more like a daughter this weekend, instead of just a mother.
While Ave took his naps, I finally had the time to sort through my stack of "artwork" from college. I threw away more than 100 large drawings and it felt so good. I'm still having a hard time letting go of my ceramic pieces, even though most were a disaster. That'll be the next chore.
So, how do you guys feel about holding on to artwork you no longer value? Do we keep for sentimental reasons or just move on?