Saturday, June 18, 2011

It might just come in handy some day

by Lorna Barrett / Lorraine Bartlett / L.L. Bartlett

My office was once a bedroom, although not in the 18 years I've lived in this house.  Therefore it has a pretty good sized closet.  Not long after we moved in, I had shelves installed, since I had no intention of hanging clothes or storing shoes in it.

I have a lot of boxes in there (mostly shoe sized), and all of them are neatly labeled--otherwise I'd forget what's inside.  I have boxes of my books, boxes of stationery (I seem to collect note cards), and office supplies, and what not.  And I have a large, clear-plastic tub of craft supplies.

The odd thing is ... I don't do crafts.

I love to look through that craft box, which houses my glue gun (handy for quick fixes), ribbon, darning yarn, needles, thread, sewing machine parts that I picked up in a box lot some years ago and didn't know what to do with, but kept them anyway.  Popsicle sticks. Rubber stamps.  Embroidery floss and Aida cloth  (I used to do counted cross stitch . . . before I got carpal tunnel syndrome).  Buttons.  Fiberfill.  Glue.  Cloth for pillows that will never be made.  You name it, that tub has at least a scrap of it.

I always think that one day I will find the time (and talent) to fix things.  To create things fun things out of bits and bobs.  It isn't going to happen, but I like to think that one day it might.

Have you got a box of stuff that pleases you but has no real value?