Last weekend, Chris was in New York. He flew out for business – but drove a rental truck back to Wisconsin because he had a bunch of stuff sitting the in basement of his mother’s store. She’s a dress designer in Manhattan – with an emphasis on wedding and vintage gowns…beautiful stuff, really. She’s moving her store – therefore, Chris had to finally move his boxes of stuff out of there.
This stuff is his childhood/early adult stuff. He attended bording school and then University in England. When done, he moved to NYC and stayed with his mom for a few months before moving to LA. When he moved from England…he brought boxes upon boxes of stuff — and there it sat until this past weekend.
I was just outside with him as he went through his boxes. Amazing how men transform into boys, right before your eyes, when confronted with his old ‘boy stuff’. It’s rather charming.
To keep, or not to keep?
Air BB Gun
Aerosmith Concert t-shirt
KISS wall hangings
An old floppy drive in a box as big as todays whole computer
His knife collection
His rock climbing gear (he no longer climbs)
Books, upon books, upon books, upon…
Albums. That’s right – – 33 Vinyls in original covers – – definately keepers even though we don’t own a turntable.
Pictures of old girlfriends. Stupid girls, all of them – they coulda had it all. 😉
Old newspapers from England.
Did you know that video tapes bought in England (at least back then) can’t be played in the video players in the US? Something about something – I didn’t catch, but I didn’t know that. A hairdryer. A stereo. An alarm clock. All of them cannot be used (not that we’d want to) here in the US without some converter for electricity.
Boxes and boxes of little treasures of his childhood. Pictures in dusty frames. Cards. Letters. TShirts. Jeans. Bags. Small pieces of paper. Stories behind each and every little, dusty thing. It was enchanting to watch him go through it all and talk about his memories. I witnessed a side of him I’ve not seen before, and fell in love with him all over again. Which didn’t stop me from saying things like, “Oh hell no are you hanging THAT thing on MY wall!”