The Caboodle

Remember Caboodles? I had one. It was pink on top and mint green on the bottom. It was one of the more original rectangular shaped ones. It got pretty heavily used. And probably ruined. Maybe it fell out of my truck... Thankfully, my sister took better care of her stuff, and thankfully, she throws most of her stuff away eventually. She used to make big "do you want this" piles of stuff for me, and mostly, I did want it. Including, this caboodle.

I've cut my hair super-short. I like it. Now I have more time in the morning to haul out jewelry and put it on. Some of my jewelry (because I throw nothing away!), was a little juvenile, or just something that I didn't think I would be wearing. I didn't ever (of course--have you met me?) want to get rid of it. I've been saving it all this time in case I would have kids that wanted to wear it to church. And now, with the short hair, I've actually been having to dig through it to find something that I could wear with my work clothes. That's a hassle. And I don't have time for the hassle.

I realized that I now DO have kids that would want to wear fun jewelry to church. AND, they have their own rooms to store all manner of junk, ahem, priceless items, in. Enter the caboodle.

I sorted through the jewelry. I selected the before-mentioned items from my drawer, and I put them in the caboodle. I let the kids choose a few things too, which is why they now have some things that had a little bit of meaning to me, but I'll never let the kids throw anything away either--so we're good to go.

I let them play with the jewelry a bit tonight. Then when they are a tad older, I'll let them pick some things out to wear to church, just like my Mom used to let me do. Hopefully, in keeping with usual styles, Big T will just select a watch or something, but hey--if he wants to adorn himself with some of the larger beads and gemstones, then so be it.

At the end of the evening tonight, BECAUSE SHE HAS HER OWN ROOM, I neatly put the caboodle away on M's closet shelf...leaving more space in my room for junk, ahem, priceless items.