Amalegra
I have reluctantly accepted that there are some things that have so much sentimental value to me that I can never let them go. One is a rather tatty green wooden handled bread knife which was my mother’s. I particularly remember her using it to cut up oranges for my sister and I. It lives in my kitchen drawer and I use it sometimes just to remember her hand being on it. There are a fair number of other things I can’t let go and I have dedicated storage for them as I don’t intend to try letting them go any more!
I can really relate to that! When clearing my mother’s house I kept a wooden spoon she’d had for ever - it was worn right down on one side.
I warned dh never to put it in the dishwasher, but of course the bugger forgot one day and did, and bits fell of it. I’ve still got it, though.


