Is this age? Or is my head simply full?

I've always been a bit obsessive about keeping track of gifts. Everytime we toss a towel into the rag bag (cause they are getting so darned old) I will say... ah that's one of the towels so-and-so gave us for a wedding gift. Or I'll pull out a nice dish when the kids are fixing a fancy dinner and tell them stories about the person who gave it to us (usually also a wedding gift, never bought a nice dish on my own).

When the kids were babies I always made a point of matching their clothes to visitors. They would wear, for instance, the outfits people had given them when I knew we were going to see those people. Or I would make sure each person got a photo of the kid wearing a gift.

I was really good at that sort of thing, but I seem to be slipping.

Last night I was getting dressed for hubby's holiday party. I was looking for a necklace and earrings that somewhat matched. I so rarely wear that sort of thing that it just doesn't come naturally. I had a new suit to wear (an awesome thrift shop find that fits and makes me look... skinny!), but I was having trouble finding jewelry to match. So I went from my everyday jewelry (which I keep in a cheap, plastic Glad disposable container to my actual jewelry box (a gold, gaudy thing that was passed on to me when my grandmother died). And when I opened it, there, right on the top, was exactly the kind of necklace I was looking for.

Only... I have no idea where it came from. Don't remember owning such a necklace. Don't remember receiving such a necklace as a gift. And I'm feeling just horrible about it. I felt this need to say, Ah, here's that necklace so-and-so gave me... what a great time to wear it! But the acquisition of said necklace is filling my mind with a complete blank.

It's bad enough to walk from the living room to the kitchen and find myself completely perplexed about what I was going for. But this? Mementos... I've always been good at.

I'm trying to tell myself this is simply the result of having so much stuff crammed up there these days. The result of a full life, not a deteriorating mind.