We have so much junk in this house it makes me crazy, but I’m also too lazy to actually do anything about it. Last week I decided to get down that ol’ milk crate full of hats, scarves and gloves and sort though it.
I made good headway – I matched up gloves with their lost mates and also made a pile of gloves that should be thrown out (or saved in a separate spot in case their mates showed up.)
Then I went through a similar process with the hats and scarves – making piles of ones to keep and those to give away. Some of those hats have never been worn.
Then the television was on so I put it all back in the milk crate and watched my stories instead. So much for progress.
That seems like a good job for January.
Brad says
I’m impressed that you have a collection like that. I seem to have to buy a new hat every two years or so, and I have no idea where the old ones go.
Lauren says
I think they’re in that crate.
Gretchen says
I always debate when I should just give up hope and throw out those matchless socks/mittens. Generally I find a match within 24 hours of getting rid of them.
Kristi says
Into what category does the dalmatian fit?
Lauren says
“Disturbing puppets” Don’t ask where your hand goes.
Deborah says
Throw them all away. Who’s kiddin’ who?
Keren Lowell says
I knew I guy who collected heels that had fallen off of shoes. He’d find them everywhere. He called them ‘lost soles’.