As usual, I have big plans. BIG plans. The kind of plans that require hiring some movers for a day.
I’m a dynamo but even I have limits, especially when it comes to moving a sleeper sofa down a flight of stairs.
Over the course of the next month, I will be moving Son upstairs into his own domain. He will now have his own bathroom, gaming area, study area and a nice full sized bed. Oh, and his own closet. Because he has a loft bed, the only room that had the high ceiling to accommodate it is the study, which has no closet. So, he was using the hallway closet to
throw all his clothes and shoes hang up his stuff. This is how he felt when I informed him of my plan:
Anyway, in the course of preparing the upstairs for his eventual move, I decided to start organizing all of my craft stuff, as I have been intending to do for the past year. Look, it is a certain fact that messy people are very creative, and I tend to live up to that standard. As I began to organize my clutter, I began to “find” things which I had “lost”.
- Two pairs of earrings
- My mom’s old brooch
- Our tickets to the 2006 World Cup Semifinal match between Italy and Ukraine*
- Four jars of gesso
- One pair of socks
- Several graduation announcements of family members
- A coffee mug
- Three hair clips and two scrunchies
- My stash of 80’s cassettes
(* Yes, we had tickets to the semifinal match. Unfortunately, we also had non-refundable tickets to Paris, and since we were leaving for the US the following Tuesday, Paris won out. Before anyone freaks out, I offered to give up the trip to Paris for Hubby, and he decided that it would be more fun to tour Paris than to sit in a crowded stadium. So there.)
I had no idea I had so many jars of gesso. I suppose I kept thinking I had used it up and went out to get more. But I was elated to find my mom’s old brooch. I remember her wearing it to special occasions when I was little. I thought I had lost it in the move back to the US and had mourned its loss. And imagine my surprise to find my stash of cassettes. CASSETTES, PEOPLE!! There is something so satisfying about listening to a cassette that you have played so often, it is warped. Yes, I still have cassette players, and even a turntable. And now I have an urge to go listen to Warrant and Def Leppard. I’ll even wear a scrunchie while I blast “Animals” on the cassette player while I finish cleaning my craft area.
Who knows? Maybe I’ll find my UHF videocassette :D