Monday, October 27, 2014

A Blast From the Past

About a month ago I was going through my old Facebook messages and noticed that there is an "other" category. Yea, yea, yea, I know. Welcome to 2014, Lauren. Anywho, I saw that I had a message from some random person. I curiously clicked it to see what it was about and was shocked to see a picture of some of my stuff. Not just any stuff either, stuff from my past!

I read the message and learned that the woman found the stuff in an old dresser she and her daughter bought at Goodwill. The dresser was MY childhood dresser; the dresser that was in my room growing up. Turns out my parents donated the old clunker (this thing was insanely heavy) to Goodwill in an effort to declutter their house. Apparently they managed to crack open the painted top drawer and found a treasure trove of my old junk.

A few things they discovered:
A cord and instruction manual from my high school stereo system
A list of my favorite recipes my mom used to make
My high school license (hellooooooo over the top eyeliner)
An invitation to my high school graduation (class of 2006!)
A ticket stub from my senior prom
Some old class trinkets from Charleston, SC
A Brad Paisley concert ticket from 2005
A receipt for the final payment for a class trip to NYC
Some random pictures I hung onto from college
An empty bottle of Ralph Lauren's Lauren perfume
My very first pair of glasses!
 Scottish pup magnets from my grandparent's trip to Scotland 
Ironically enough they just returned from Scotland with a Scottish pup bib for AG!
Corsages from my junior and senior year proms
A marker thingy ma bobber for making the varsity swim team
Buttons, buttons, and more buttons!

How random are these things?? I love that the woman was kind enough to find me and let me know she had these trinkets. There are still good people out there :-)


  1. Oh my gosh, how crazy! How long had that message been sitting there waiting on you?

  2. OMG, this is sooo awesome! Nice to know Facebook can be used for good :)

  3. Ooooops, Sorry.
    the Dad.