Interesting, because I don’t think of it too often, most things like that I consider as being functional, regardless of their intended purpose, because they remind me of one thing or another, good times and bad.
I’ll have to ponder this one and get back to it if I can come up with anything.
lol, like a song stuck in your head… I guess I do do that particularly with very old t-shirts and high school year books, the shirts are filled with holes and ratty as can be but I always seem to get a sense of well being from them, knowing they’ve lasted so long and through so much. Without a doubt I know I should trash them but every time I set one aside to do so it gets washed, hanged, and folded right back into the pile. The year books are similar, it was a different time, and I don’t need them to relive it or recall the tales long past, I’ve kept in touch with those I wished to (for the most part) and those I haven’t I still remember clearly and keep an eye out for. But something just won’t let me let them go.