Hey There, just a quick weekend post I wanted to share with you, that I quickly typed after clearing out my study drawer, Look what I found..
Today I decided to clean out a drawer in my study, mostly to free up some space, as i’m finding it hard to add anything else to the files.
As i’ve mentioned before Nick was super organised and this obviously extended to our home life and organising of all our paperwork.
Photo below shows the drawer I was starting to clear
As you’ll see he’d labelled some of the partitions, Tax Info, Insurances, house bills, furniture receipts and certificates, where we kept our wedding, baptism and I guess I should add death certificates to that list now!
I thought i’d attack the furniture receipts compartment, as I probably haven’t been through it since his passing.
Once I pulled the enormous pile out, I quickly realised they spanned our entire married life.
These old faded receipts, stepped me back in time, through our years together.
There’s no secret Nick was organised, i’ve talked about it previously here but what I found in these folds of paper was more than even I expected.
There were receipts for anything we ever purchased for the house, like our blinds, couches, bed, furniture extending to all his tools and all our appliances.
With every receipt I read, I remembered our time together as newlyweds, shopping for furniture for our new home.
A new home that we had built, that we were excited to live in together, that we hoped to raise a family in.
I found the receipt for my KitchenAid mixer, that he bought as a 1 month wedding anniversary gift, that still holds its pride of place in my kitchen.
I found receipts from Bunnings for every nut and bolt, reminding me of how much extra work he put into our home, that he never stopped trying to improve.
How before he died, he built a small shelter out the back where my bins are kept, so I wouldn’t get wet, if it rained and I needed to dump some rubbish.
I found every receipt for the theater room, that was his pride and joy, that kept him entertained and helped him block out his illness, watching movies or the Grand Prix.
Where we’d sleep on the recliner chairs at night, when his cancer wouldn’t allow him to lie down.
I found receipts for every suit he purchased for work, including alteration pick up receipts and every new pair of shoes he bought to go with them. Nick was very conscious of his appearance and never wore the same suit twice in a week!
Within the folds of these pieces of paper, I found the receipt for my Prada sunglasses, that he bought me from Rome, Italy. That I still only wear when driving, because I hate wearing sunglasses otherwise, but he was adamant I needed a pair to protect my eyes from sun damage and wrinkles. (Always making sure I looked after myself!) Nick had a love of sunglasses and between him and my sister, they always gave me grief that I didn’t own a pair! The shock!
I even found the transfer paper for his beloved RX7, which I wrote a little about in this post and also the papers for this last motorbike transfer. My heart aches just remembering how sad he was to let his motorbike go, how much joy it bought him, but ultimately knowing he wasn’t in good enough health to ride it anymore.
My favourite receipt that bought a tear to my eye, was the final piece of jewellery he bought me for our 6 year anniversary, that I wrote a little about in this piece. The beautiful diamond stud earrings, that i’ve worn ever since. He purchased these all on his own, and it makes me smile to find the receipt now dated 20/1/11, two days before our anniversary and just 2 weeks before his passing on 5/2/11.
Giving a little insight into his actions before he died, on a spare moment when I wasn’t by his side.
In short, these receipts are a walk down memory lane, what I thought would take a quick minute to go through, had me laughing, crying and reminiscing over an hour and half instead.
As for clearing out the drawer, I ditched half of them and the rest with the memories attached, I’ve added to Nick’s memory box to show Claudia one day, to talk her through her Daddy’s addiction to keeping everything, just in case!
(Gosh, I hope she doesn’t inherit that from him or else her toys could take over the world, or at very least the house!)
Because it doesn’t matter how long it’s been (3 1/2 years) or that i’ve happily re-married (early this Jan) just the faintest printed receipt can bring me right back to our time together, and i’m just fine with that.
Til next time, Michela xx