Those self-designed cupnoodles containers are a memory of a spontaneous trip to Yokohama one weekend, during which we happened to pass the Cupnoodles Museum, a perfect destination for a family outing.
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memory archive — day 93
I don’t know how many pairs of those we have owned since moving to Japan. Both kids plus myself don’t tend to keep good enough care of them I feel as we never manage to keep them clean and without cracked soles for very long. When you search online or in a store for indoor shoes in Japan you will immediately come across this style. Continue reading “memory archive — day 93”
memory archive — day 92
It’s been nearly three months that we went to Rainbow Disco Club in Higashi-Izu. I have written before about the memory of keeping every single concert and festival ticket/wristband when I was much younger. So I won’t be talking about this past habit again. There is, however, a different memory attached to this particular music festival. Continue reading “memory archive — day 92”
memory archive — day 91
A sweet dispenser — one of the many party bags left-overs that, inexplicably, still have a space in the kitchen cupboard…
memory archive — day 90
For well over a year now my daughter has have lost interest in dressing up in princess dresses. For sentimental reasons I’ve been holding on to them but she has clearly moved on from that stage so the dresses are being passed on. When she was a toddler we tried to keep her away from too much pink, frills and glitter. Of course, that didn’t work but we were fine with it. Continue reading “memory archive — day 90”
memory archive — day 89
This clock has been part of the household for a long time (when I moved in, it was already there). Initially still being used as a regular clock, diligently turning over the months and date flaps, we had to acknowledge after a while that it was in need of way too many batteries. So it went dormant, turning into a decorative piece on top of the fridge. To make sure it still had some sort of meaning, we turned the month, date and day flaps to birthdays of family members, a sort of ongoing celebration of those dates, I guess. A recent fridge climbing attempt of our daughter, however, resulted in a fall of the clock which broke the city flaps. It was the cue that it was probably time to let go of this dust collector.
memory archive — day 88
As I’ve mentioned many times, I am longing for a complete clutter free home. It is a challenge, for some rooms in the house more so than for others. The kitchen is a good example for one of the more difficult rooms. A space with nearly never–ending activity; it is the perfect space for clutter to pile up. I am not sure you can officially call food ‘clutter’, however, I feel if it ends up not being eaten and just taking up space, I can refer to it as just that. Continue reading “memory archive — day 88”
