What's in your box

Do you have locks on it?

I dont have anything in my box.

Why? Nothing lasts forever. Whatever comes you appreciate it there and then, and then you let go.

I have an attic.

everything i've misplaced/lost/had ripped off from me

I have lost my laptop. Boohoo!

synergy is in your box

; )))

I'm a sentimental person with numurous attachments to 'things' that hold memories. It's overwhelming and a little over the top. I'm always working to detach from the 'things' by purging them out of my life, but some things I'll never let go. I keep a big box of family photos. letters, geneology reports and so on. I still have 3 dresses that were my mothers that I keps after she died. There are several boxes of 'things' from the farm my mother grew up on that belonged to her parents and grand parents. Of my own lifetime; there are lots of things that I keep. I hold on to cards that are given to me for a while and to photos.

nothing hurts more than a box of secrets being opened without your awareness, so, i keep it all in a place where no one can open it and where i have the key, it's memory. if it's forgotten, it'll come back when it's important, if it's not important, it's too little to care

i didn't keep any box at all... but i thought of getting a new one... maximum-security steel suitcase to keep my heretical books in...
Satanic Bible, Satanic Witch, Seduction, Power, etc...
stuff i don't want anybody else to see, even my future hubby hehehe

like we would tell you what's in our box ;)

some old concert tix like oh livia and corks from blingy bottles of wine that i've had and pictures of course of various people, places and things and matchbooks from cool bars/lounges and restaurants that i've been to here and abroad ...and what else ...hmmm.... hee hee .

i have two new things in my memory box! the first ones!
(because all the old ones disappeared. lol.)

on a trip to the Living Desert, i got a very pretty cheetah bangle, because i love animals and love the animal in me...

and i got a beautiful necklace that has little amber glass beads on the nylon strings, and a huge heart pendant made of GLASS, with something luscious-red inside it, splattered with gold paint, sprinkled with confetti, and vandalized with a black upside-down star. i felt that it represented me, so i had to have it.

...

my old memory box:

...i miss my old earrings. gold. dangling. something like a teddy bear. its body was one simple roundish gold plate, with tiny arms and feet. its head, hung over and slightly above the bigger one, was another gold plate with tiny ears and tiny white stones for eyes. any slight movement makes the whole thing look like it's dancing. lol.
...bookmarks for le bookworm. bookmarks of different colors, designs, and inspirational messages.
...i collected pencils too. off different colors, designs, etc. and stationery.

now that i'm thinking about it, i miss the old me.
quite the dreamer, innocent and constantly inspired

i have two new things in my memory box! the first ones!
(because all the old ones disappeared. lol.)

on a trip to the Living Desert, i got a very pretty cheetah bangle, because i love animals and love the animal in me...

and i got a beautiful necklace that has little amber glass beads on the nylon strings, and a huge heart pendant made of GLASS, with something luscious-red inside it, splattered with gold paint, sprinkled with confetti, and vandalized with a black upside-down star. i felt that it represented me, so i had to have it.

...

my old memory box:

...i miss my old earrings. gold. dangling. something like a teddy bear. its body was one simple roundish gold plate, with tiny arms and feet. its head, hung over and slightly above the bigger one, was another gold plate with tiny ears and tiny white stones for eyes. any slight movement makes the whole thing look like it's dancing. lol.
...bookmarks for le bookworm. bookmarks of different colors, designs, and inspirational messages.
...i collected pencils too. off different colors, designs, etc. and stationery.

now that i'm thinking about it, i miss the old me.
quite the dreamer, innocent and constantly inspired