But you know how you can be flying along checking things off the to-do list and then everything comes to a screeching halt until you get through one really unsavory project? That’s what happened this past weekend. I was alternating between gardening and my first upholstery project (can’t wait to show you) when everything had to stop. Enter the junk drawer.
We never really had a junk drawer when I grew up (my mom is exceptionally neat). We had a drawer by the phone with a lot of pens, paper and phone books (remember those), but nothing else except maybe a roll of scotch tape ended up in there. At the family cottage though there was a junk drawer that could have swallowed a small child. And that’s what mine was looking like this weekend.
The drawer had been getting difficult to close lately so I knew a reorganization was imminent. And then I found myself needing something in that drawer. For a split second I thought about driving to the store and buying a new one (of whatever I needed, I can’t remember what it was) rather than face that drawer. When I realized how pathetic that was, I just pulled that thing out and went at it.
And here’s the sad state of things when I pulled it out (and I’m pretty sure a bunch of stuff fell behind it when I did that):
And this is what it looked like once it dumped its guts.
This cute little guy—a piece of driftwood colored with markers—came with the house and I thought he deserved to stay. Poor guy was stuck in the junk drawer and I’m so glad I rescued him.
So fess up: Do you have a junk drawer and what would I find if I opened it up right now?