I’ve renewed my efforts to get rid of more removal boxes … Sigh. I *hate* un/packing! But I’m sick of looking at boxes, too, and I was especially annoyed by the boxes in the kitchen – from the second shipment, the stuff that was in storage in Mam’s cellar for years. Unpacking boxes packed in 2004 is a journey down memory lane which often has me questioning just what I was thinking when I thought this was worth packing back then! Five years of Kommentierte Vorlesungsverzeichnisse, Fachbereich Germanistik? Srsly?
And then what do you do with the sort of technology that the average 10-year old wouldn’t recognise any more??
I’d forgotten VHS cassettes came with these sticker pages!
And you stored them in tacky plastic boxes! Or at least we did … This is a recording of Fackeln im Sturm (North & South), I adoooored the series! Yummy Patrick Swayze, lol. IIRC I had programmed the VCR with a complicated schedule to record each episode while we were on holiday, and a neighbour had a schedule for when he needed to go and change cassettes in the VCR. Technology has advanced!
Curtains from our German apartment – why did I keep them?! [Every other German household in the early 2000s seemed to have curtains with little spiral patterns, Schneckscher, and I was determined not to have spirals on my curtains! Hence the squares. Lol.]
A birthday (or Christmas maybe?) present von der anderen Gabi
Kindergarten art! Sooo 80s! There were bags of plastic grains in different colours, you poured them into moulds and baked them in the oven. The way it stank it can’t have been very healthy …
My first mobile phone! The N*kia brick that almost everyone had! But then mine was different because I got this very cool Union Jack cover for it! A cover that was only available in the UK, no online shopping, so I sent money to a friend (a lovely old lady in her 70s!) to go and buy it for me, I think at WHSmith. She was boggling how someone could spend so much money (£30!) on a piece of plastic. Agreed – but I adored this cover and used it for years!
And my grandmother’s* Naehkaestchen (sewing box?)! It’s missing a foot or two but it’s full of knick-knacks and notions, what a treasure trove!
*Not actually my grandmother but only my brother’s grandmother. It never seemed to matter …