There is a cute little nine-drawer box in my closet, which I thought totally necessary and amazing about 20 years ago. I toted it in my luggage from the East Coast and promptly started filling it. It’s only 13×13 in size, so not gargantuan. Of course, I peered in the mini-drawers as I was attempting to divest my closet of unworn clothing, better known as “new paint clothes.”
I had a lot of foreign currency in there – paper and coin. Weird keys to unknown objects, buttons from past outfits. (That one made sense.) Sequins? (Well, that makes sense to me, too!) Two golf balls? A mass of black yarn? Plastic needle for crafting whatever-those plastic crafts were 25 year ago? Circuit interrupters for lightbulbs? (Very cool joke to play on someone!) A paper clip.
This amazing filing system had me wondering if this is how my brain categorizes things, also, because, I actually knew those things were in there. Why were they still in there? Why was I keeping them?
If we ever have an intruder, my Zimdollars will be safe, and I’ll be able to lose two balls on the golf course.
Exactly! Always thinking of the just-in-case possibilities. 😉