clear space
This is a close-up of a spike mat or acupressure mat. I’ve been hoarding the mat for nearly 1.5 years now, having only used it a handful of times and always worrying that the kids might take it and incorporate it into their play. Continue reading “memory archive – day 20”
There are small and big piles everywhere in my home. Mostly the piles consist of mail. I think, when asked, no one would admit he or she likes the act of filing. I always resented it, even more so since having moved to Japan three years ago. Continue reading “memory archive – day 19”
I recently went to the Yebisu International Festival for Arts & Alternative Visions (I know, a long name) which is currently taking place at the Tokyo Photographic Art Museum in Ebisu, Tokyo. The festival featured a lot of video art, which I wasn’t expecting. Continue reading “memory archive – day 18”
Over a hundred of those bright and shiny plastic balls have been in storage for months now. I initially got them to make a ball pool out of our retired baby playpen. I fully remember the bliss I felt myself, as a child, when playing in a ball pool, diving in and out. Continue reading “memory archive – day 17”
Today’s item picked for disposal is a difficult one. It’s kanji flashcards I once made and it involved hours and hours of work. Continue reading “memory archive – day 16”
It is not the vase that I will dispose off today but the flowers. They’ve been in that vase for 2.5 months now and the ends are getting mouldy.
It wasn’t until I was in my thirties that I started to care for flowers. I think it’s from that age onwards that receiving flowers as a gift becomes more and more common. And, before you know it, you’ve grown fond of the idea of displaying flowers in your home as a regular thing. Continue reading “memory archive – day 14”
Living in Tokyo as a mother of young children means that you are missing out on the nightlife that this city is famous for. Mostly, not completely though. Continue reading “memory archive – day 13.2”
If I should pick one item which I can be accused of hoarding, it would be free fabric bags. As those have been so popular for quite a while now, I am sure that I am not the only one being guilty. Continue reading “memory archive – day 13.1”
Look what else I found on the top of the fridge – this poor, little fellow. It’s another gem from my son’s previous daycare. Who would be cruel enough to throw him away!? I had to ask my partner to do this on my behalf and I better finish this post quickly before I change my mind and retrieve the golfball snowman from its grave.
katazukete 