That's half the junk that is in the (not supposed to be a) junk drawer next to my stove. I emptied out the drawer and went at it. I don't remember why. Probably, I was tired of not being able to close it anymore. Or I was looking for something and got sidetracked. I don't know.
I found some things that I didn't even know I owned:
|Why do I have these?|
As discussed previously in these pages,
I'm not Ma Ingalls and I DON'T line dry clothes.
|Strawberry hullers? Tell me, |
did I really use to be
the sort of person who
would buy strawberry hullers?
In the end, I managed to throw out all this:
|You know, this picture could be turned|
into a really irritating jigsaw puzzle
|I KNOW that knob belongs somewhere,|
and I'll probably want that mug hook tomorrow
|My kids made this. I tossed it anyway.|
It's a tough world, kids.
I wound up with this:
|I kept the strawberry hullers, I don't know why|
Every time I open that drawer now, I sort of cry with happiness. Or with dismay, because my family has already tried to sabotage my beautiful work by throwing other things in there. I will prevail, however. I WILL PREVAIL.