Anan's (not-so) Randomness!

The word "heirlooms" makes looms (ya know... the kind you weave with) pop into my head. I have managed to avoid acquiring *that* particualr kind of heirloom, though people have tried to bless me with various models.

I cleaned my room some today. Among other things I found dirty pink knee socks in a tin that a mug had been packaged in. (Note that I share my room with a six year old.) There was also an empty tape roll carefully placed on the bookshelf. I was tempted to put countless little fragments of Emmaus bulletins in the Heirloom Bag, but I didn't want my sister to cry. Ain't I sweet? Spam.

I cleaned up some red onions which were in the living room... Spam.

Here is an excellent heirloom:

I think these shoes are still a standard British... I mean I think these shoes are still under my dresser. They're too small for Cia and I hid them down there so she wouldn't wear them in the winter. (Which she was doing all the time back when I hid these.) The chances that there will be another Horner girl are very slim, but I'm sure we should save these anyway. Perhaps Mom will give them to Cia years from now in a bag with Emmaus bulletins and unused bath products! Brilliant!

My mean mom suggested this week was room-cleaning week. No lost shoes or empty tape rolls, but enough meaningful scraps of paper (from Emmaus bulletins and otherwise) to paper my room, probably. It'd look very avant-garde, no?