i’m not a fan of clutter.  i like things in neat rows.  like with like.  modern and sparse, if possible. 

so why do I have tons of magnets?

i could not wait to declutter when we moved about a year ago.  i wanted a pile of trashbags filled with donations and trash as high as crazy people have canned goods and newspapers.  i wanted the salvation army to close for a day after i dropped all my stuff off.  if i had a moustache i would have twirled it as i went through every section of the apartment weeding out with sick precision.  this was until i got to my magnets.

as i took each of those magnets off the fridge, i remembered something about them.  where i bought them, who bought them for me, when i received them, or the jokes that personified either myself or my husband.  some i even laughed out loud about while i put them in the keep pile. 

magnets are a tiny reminder of vacations, a inexpensive but thoughtful present, a private joke shared with anyone opening the fridge for some milk.  they are perfect snapshots into your life without having to shuffle through the 2 holidays, 3 birthday parties, and the worst baby shower ever on your camera’s memory card.  soon they will hold up little Jackson’s masterpieces.

and so, all but 3 magnets stayed.  and i have plenty of room for more.

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