It wasn't even all that hard. I admit that it was hard enough to not even go back up into the attic to find more things to part with, but I wasn't sad, I wasn't feeling wasteful. Maybe I was a little sad for myself. Because I had kept her so long, turning her into a burden. Every time I came across her, I thought:"I really need to throw her away." Then the little voice in m head would whisper:"You could fix her!" So I kept her.
I've had her all my life, and she doesn't even have a name.
BYE BYE SWEETIEPIE
surface of the day: started on the dresser in the hall, never finished it
7 a day: Sweetiepie and lots of kid's art
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