Letting go of guilty clutter.  I suspect there is a super sleuth reading my e-mail messages–and reading my mind.  I can identify with the narrative!!  So why am I hanging on to baby clothes that I meticulously sewed in 1955, little garments worn by two baby boys??  My children aren’t interested in “my memorabilia.”  Why am I hanging on to two old trunks given to me by my grandfather??  (One trunk is over 77 years old but not a round-top steamer trunk with some antique value.)  ~~  Scroll back through my blog messages and see pictures of the bedroom wall with boxes stacked floor to ceiling.  (“Memorabilia.”)  The only thing I can say in my defense: “I’m slowly making progress!!”  Inch by inch, it’s a cinch.