Do you make your own cards? Are you channeling Martha out there? You know, are you the kind of person who has ramekins, spring form pans in the shape of Christmas trees, parchment paper, nut crackers that are used regularly, dedicated plastic bins stored lovingly in pristine attics with no dead mouse (we HOPE) smell in them? Are you pleased with yourself when you get down those labeled and individually wrapped decorations? Did you remember to buy new colored tree bulbs?
I always wonder about people like this as I fight my way up the attic steps. You know how much I like that show “hoarders” (BTW there were several back to back episodes over Thanksgiving weekend, did anyone catch those?), well my attic is like a hoarders dream come true. I def know I will need those empty computer boxes with Styrofoam some day along with the 8 or so mattresses piled up next to the broken down bunk beds. Stuffed animals? check! Dry rotted baby clothes? Check! Boxes of crap from college? Check! My husband’s old scuba diving suit which was custom made for him when he was a young man with a 38 waist? Check! I could go on and on and enjoy saying “check” but will stop here. Let’s pretend that stuff is not even there as we negotiate the other side of the attic, you know the side with Richard’s beer can collection in black garbage bags (welcome to marriage!) and the collapsed chimney that was filled with straw-prob in 1890 or something. Do you see all those unmarked shopping bags with stuff sticking out the top? Grab some of those and lets head downstairs to see what is salvageable this year!
By the time the Holidays are over I have just enough respect for the decorations to stuff them higgelty-piggelty into bags and wrestle them up the attic stairs. OR I make the kids do it and then can’t ever find the stuff again. Maybe someday we will “lose” the clay lumps with toothpicks and yarn that were made 20 years ago in daisy girl scouts. I have to pretend to like it. Is there a law about these things? When can they disappear? Maybe when my kids get married I can give them back as tradition starters! Yay! Here is the lumpy clay pot you made for me in kindergarten! And the wreath of dried grasses with your pictures elmers glued into the center. Childhood luck for your new home!
I’m getting off the subject. All I really wanted to say was that I hope to get organized someday. I plan to get organized in my retirement. Maybe.