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.