J’s parents are in the process of selling their house and part of that process involves purging their basement of a bunch of J’s ‘stuff’ (which, let’s be clear – when I am saying ‘stuff’, I’m being polite). Stuff from his childhood, stuff from art school, stuff that he found in a closet in our old house and has hung onto for years, like that deer hoof gun rack on the right. Admittedly some of it is my stuff, like the Raggedy Ann doll in the upper right corner of the picture, but most of it is not. A lot of it isn’t even J’s. Some of it belonged to somebody’s great something or the other and because of some incomprehensible invisible guilt, we are now the caretakers of even more stuff. There is stuff on the other side of the room that isn’t even pictured, some of which belonged to our kids when they were little and which is hard to get rid off due to the aforementioned guilt. Now all of this stuff has to be sorted and either purged or assimilated into our house. It looks and feels like we’re moving in all over again and I have actually cried over it a couple of times now. I work from home and being surrounded by all of this stuff is driving me absolutely nuts. I’m so busy and there simply isn’t enough time in the day to get everything done, including putting all of this stuff away. There has been a bright side, however. A very happy discovery.
My mother-in-law was sitting on a mother load of Corelle dishes in my long-coveted Crazy Daisy (or Spring Blossom Green, depending on who you ask) pattern. I’ve been wanting a set of it for years to use as my everyday dishes and she didn’t even know it. They’re just her ‘old’ dishes that she had stuck in a box and left on a shelf years ago, long forgotten. These beauties have completely brightened what has otherwise been a pretty rotten month. It just goes to prove that there is always a sliver lining, or at least most of the time. You might have to dig through 17 layers of stuff to find it, though.
Currently In My Living Room