I'm not going to make a trivet or bulletin board out of my corks . Ever. And I don't make any notes about each particular bottle so I'm unsure WHY I actually hold onto them. What do you hold onto for memory's sake?
I thought about it and a few other items came to mind.....
Postcards. Well, writing a legitimate pen on paper note these days is so rare that if anyone were to send me a postcard I would save it. This one is from 1989 and was sent to me by my good buddy, Kate. The note mentions summer camp and the boys we met. We were 13 so that's all we thought about!
And the fact that she knew me well enough to choose a Bob Marley card is fantastic. And I've hung onto this one for 25 years!!!! What? Music has been pretty important to me for most of my life.
Most of my friends know that we lost my Dad in November of 2011. He LOVED music (and wine, lol). I absolutely credit him for introducing me to music and I've stuck with it for years. If asked, my very first concert was during a Houston Astros game. It was The Beach Boys. Yeah. The Beach Boys. How amazing is that? BUT, it was at a baseball game so it's not truly the concert experience.
I also went to see Wham at Astroworld. Not life changing as you can imagine. Still, my first real arena concert, was with my Dad and it was just me. He took me to see Bruce Springsteen in 1984. That was my true introduction to live music and I've adored and respected it ever since. I was 9. I had been sitting on his lap since I was a baby listening to music far too late into the night. But I started to love music. His vinyl collection was downright cool and waking up to Another Brick in The Wall, Part 2, in place of an alarm clock to wake us up for elementary school gives you a good example of our childhood. Music was and is just part of our lifestyle.