In the midst of the hubbub my life has become, I’m trying to finish My Favorite Domer’s senior year Memory Book before he takes off for The Working World.
My consolation is that this task is almost done, and if he wants any more memory books, he’ll have to compile them for himself!
Still, it’s been a labor of love. And I enjoy reliving with him those precious memories.
Now some things are fairly easy to preserve, even for a non-scrapbooker like me.
Things like ticket stubs. Photos. Boarding passes. Notes and letters. Football schedules with game results. Programs from award ceremonies.
But it’s the odd-shaped things that have me stumped.
And if anybody has realistic suggestions on how to preserve them, please let me know!
Need an example? How about this:
How do you save a Band hat? Don’t ask me Why he needs it, or Why the Band parted with it. It is what it is — a memory. And just looking at it, I get teary-eyed. All those football games, Bowl games, marchouts, friends. He’s not parting with this, and that’s that!
Domer got this as part of the basketball pep band one year, and it’s never left. It’s a huge, foam, green hat with a gold shamrock on one side. Leprechaun Legion, by the way, is the student fan section at athletic events.
Does he need it? Will he ever wear it again? Probably not. But we’re not getting rid of it, either.
Or how about these:
Domer got these “Mardi Gras beads” during the women’s basketball trip to New Orleans for the Final Four tournament. You probably can’t tell, but the gold “beads” are actually small basketballs. Cute, huh?
I have no idea how to preserve something like this. Perhaps he can simply hang them on a doorknob and recall the fun he and his Band buddies had, eating jambalaya and beignets, hoisting a tall cool one, and watching basketball.
Or what about this:
We’ve got the tassel preserved in a photo frame with his picture, but this hat is a bit cumbersome. What does one do with a used mortarboard?
But the best of the lot is this thing:
A horse mask?? Seriously? I’m supposed to save this?
Absolutely, he says. We had all kinds of fun wearing this thing. It was worth every penny!
You paid good money for a horse mask?
Sure, I did. And I’d do it again, too.
Well, okay, but even Dallas seems to think there’s something amiss with a horse in his living room: