Why do we keep things around we really don't even like, much less love? As I've sorted, I've found so many items that I didn't like enough to use and yet, I kept them... hauling them around from place to place.
A teensy kitty wind chime. The tinkling of these chimes annoy me. Not sure why I've held onto it for so long!
Alaska Eskimo Yo-Yo... I tried it a few times without success. It's been hanging around ever since. I surely don't need this to remember the 14 years I spent in Alaska. =)