Back in my youth I collected many things including crystal unicorns. Most of them were broken in an incident involving a bookshelf, a child and a stool.

Dean just had Clare go through her many boxes of memorabilia in the attic and she pulled out two crystal unicorns, both broken. I am pretty sure she pulled them out for me, not her, but I don’t want them anymore. I don’t care about crystal unicorns and these are broken.

They are sitting on the kitchen counter waiting to be tossed tossed in the trash ((they cannot be recycled, can they?)) as long as Clare doesn’t want to keep them.

Now that I look at them, they resemble the Moonlit Merry-go-round horses a bit.

Declutter 2018 count 11:

• • 2 crystal unicorns, broken
  • 9 letters from Sue