Rainy day (with photos)



My craft closet.  Note the plastic storage
drawers, boxes and tubs, the cardboard
boxes, and the gift bags.



Wow...all these freezing cold days in a row, then work, and then the temperature goes up and the sun comes out...and then it rains.  I was going to go to Andersonville today and take pictures.  Instead, I think I'll do the EXACT SAME THING I'VE BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST TWO WEEKS.

Which is sit in the house, practice my horns, watch Netflix, and sort out various containers and drawers around the house. 

The container thing is starting to become amusing.  I have a container addiction.  In terms of decoration, my house is full of little boxes, jars and cubbyholes where I can hide things.  Even my bedroom lamp has little drawers in its base, each one full of lip balms or jewelry that I took off before falling asleep.  The hidden things are sometimes cool--you'll open up an ornate little tin box and find chunks of pretty stone, bits of jewelry, or more little tin boxes.  Another time you might peek into a ceramic turtle shell and find a wad of cables from phone chargers, ear buds, and various other adapters.  It's a crapshoot, for you and me both.  What, you think I have any idea where I've hidden stuff?  I'm like a really stupid dog burying bones around the backyard, then being all surprised and excited when he stumbles across them later.



Four containers visible here: tiny vase from my
trip to Germany, prom candy jar, tin box full of
buttons, Turkish puzzle box full of whatever I put
in it before I forgot how to open it.



For storage, I tend to buy rubbermaid tubs in all sizes; I have a million little plastic containers in the kitchen, and larger ones in various closets that hold fabric, music, bottles of valve oil, bathroom supplies, expired painkillers, clothes that I suspect John won't miss--basically anything that needs storing.  It would be so organized, if only I were willing to go out and buy an actual organizing system.  I don't, though--that would be EXPENSIVE--I'm a cheapskate container addict.  If I see them on sale, I buy a few; they don't match the others, and their lids are not interchangeable.  It's not pretty.  But when everything is stuffed in a box and stashed in a closet, it doesn't matter. 



Laundry shelf.  Notice that I am using
old detergent caps to hold things.



So now it's time to go through these things.  Boxes have not been opened in years, and I am ruthlessly tossing crap or taking it to Goodwill so I don't have to move it somewhere else to sit in a closet for more years.  The result is that I'm condensing the contents of the boxes into fewer boxes, which is great.  I also have these newly-emptied containers to put different stuff in, which is also great.  It's a little ridiculous at the moment, however.  I have a growing stack of empty plastic boxes of all different sizes.  The boxes are filling up with smaller boxes, along with sewing kits, handbags, recipe files, pencil cases, lunchboxes--all these other little things that I was using to store smaller things. 

One other ridiculous result of my container problem is the entire cabinet full of LIDS in my kitchen.  Over time, I must have thrown away the containers, or sprouted seeds in them, or something.  I hate to throw the lids in the Warner Robins recycle bin (a.k.a. "the trash"), but that's the reason they've been sitting there for so long. 

  

 I haven't eaten more than a clementine today.  Food post later.

Four containers are visible in this photo: a tiny glass
bottle from who knows where; a cardboard gift box with
a Pooh design;a coffee mug signed by all my cabinmates at
Interlochen; a nylon mouthpiece bag.  Notice that I'm using
two of the mouthpieces in the photo to hold up accessories.

This was originally a key rack, I guess. 

I probably found it at Goodwill.  I like

the hooks for jewelry, and the shelves

for--what else?--little boxes.