To Chuck or to Cherish?

I have been saving tee-shirts brimming with sentimental value since Jr. High. The idea at the time was to make a quilt out of them. Yes, what a fun idea! Trouble was, at that point, I did not have enough shirts to make anything with. I saved and compiled and I kept on meaning to do something with them. One year when I was sure I would finally start sewing, I chopped them all up and saved only the designs and pictures. That was a bad move because now it just makes them harder to work with because they are oddly-shaped scraps. I identified other troubles on Thursday when I finally dragged the bag of paraphernalia out from under my bed: (1) I still don't have enough to do anything worthwhile with them, and (2) the colors are eclectic and ill-suited (as opposed to eclectic and chic which would have been more desirable).

Now, I am quite honestly considering throwing the things away. There are a few I am loath to part from, but at the same time I admit I had completely forgotten those scraps until I recovered them from their dusty home under my bed. As the song says, "Love must never hold tight, but let go." Perhaps that wisdom applies to dusty old scraps, too.