I have a list of things that I am going to do/have if my husband ever leaves me. Keeping a drawer full of junk is pretty high on that list.
You see, when we moved to a new home three and a half years ago, my husband decided we would give up having a junk drawer. Isn’t that the craziest thing you ever heard? I mean, we were moving to a neighboring town 20 miles away, not some foreign land with weird customs. I poured my heart out on Facebook and all my friends agreed a junk drawer is a life necessity. I say all of my friends, as I unfriended anyone who said they lived without one. Just kidding, but seriously, my non-scientific study led me to conclude that junk drawer cultivators make up a very large majority of the American population.
Unfortunately, here I sit, three and a half years later still missing my junk drawer. “We don’t need to collect all that stuff,” my husband says. But to be fair, I feel like I need to go get something out of the junk drawer more than I need to put something in it. It collects itself! Without a junk drawer, I don’t know where to go for a twist tie. Scotch tape. The little piece that came off my blinds, my drawer, my remote control. When I finally decide to fix my blinds, my drawer, my remote control, how will that stray piece and I ever be reunited without our universal meeting place?
We do have a junk bowl. I assure you it is not the same. It tries to be unobtrusive, hidden behind the pen jar in one of our kitchen cupboards. I don’t want to badmouth it – it’s all I have, but it is woefully small. It can’t help but sometimes overflow which calls unwanted attention to it and hubby starts to grumble. Not too loudly though, he knows a request to go back to a junk drawer will definitely be a part of any impending conversation.
I recently lamented about the lack of a junk drawer to my sister. “Don’t you have any private space that can act as your junk drawer?” Ah, yes. The covert junk drawer. I do admit to considering this option, but so far it hasn’t panned out for me. When I squirrel things away where I think they won’t be noticed, I lose track of them and then can’t find them when I need them!
We do have a nice large storage room with plenty of shelves in our “new” home. Our goal has been, and still is, to fit everything in the storage room onto the shelves. We have a ways to go. But I have a 2019 goal to reduce and minimize “stuff” so I think we’ll get there this year. Not surprising, we have different ideas on what goes on the chopping block first. “Why don’t you start here,” he says pointing to my Stuff. “I think we should start over here,” I say pointing to some of his Stuff. Point taken on both sides; I’m sure we’ll work it out. In the meantime, I’m visualizing my goal. All of our stuff in Sterilite tubs stacked neatly on those storage room shelves. And one of them will be labeled Sue’s Junk Drawer. Oh what a happy day that will be.