• three pairs of socks. holey, stretched and frayed, they should have gone long ago. which has not kept me from wearing them.

• seven soft-drink flavored lip balms. not technically mine to toss, but they have cluttered up my favorite yellow bowl for going on two years.

• a paint roller. some things really aren't worth fixing.
• a tiny crappy plastic ball. undoubtedly destined to become a part of the floating plastic island.
• a lint roller. i embrace lint!
• one dwell magazine. who are those people with their clutter-free homes?
• one sunset magazine. "cozy fall weekends" are so three months ago.

• a bar of soap, painted, with an army of headless matches stuck in it. satanic ritual? pet hedgehog?
• five brown glass jars. so useful! so unused.

• silicone frog beak. hand puppet? potholder? useless?
• defining gel. for hair. of which i have very little.
• homemade spider trap. dead spider included.
• felting needle case. why are tiny boxes so irresistible?
• creepy children's book. well, obviously.

• two lovely sweaters. for one lovely friend.
• one ball. for juggling? misshapen, might mess up your timing.
• one cd. provenance unknown, now downloaded.
• one track jacket. old school, adidas, stained, but someone will be thrilled to find it at the thrift store.

• one zip drive. zapped.
• two sets of arty postcards. the touristy ones are the only ones worth sending.
• one small pad of paper. scraps are so much more appealing.
• one tiny potholder. designed to fit over the handle of a skillet, and would be very useful if i ever remembered to use it.