Once I started putting The Other Room back together I knew I was in for the long hall, that it was going to end up being one of those deep cleans. I started in the small walk-in closet. We had to pull a dresser out of it so we could dry the carpet due to the water leaking from the old AC unit. Cleaned out the closet on Friday and got the dresser back in. Now both of us can actually be in there together at the same time have room to turn around!
I tackled the rest of The Other Room over the week-end. The bookcases, along with all their books and magazines, are back in place everything dusted and clean. There's still work to be done, but the worst is out of the way.
But here's the interesting thing. It's all about boxes.
Most of what needed to be cleared out of the closet was boxes. Empty boxes. You see, both my sweetie and I have this thing about boxes. You never know when you're going to need one and you never know what size you're going to need. So, hey, let's keep this one and this one and this one (ad nausium) because, well, you never know....
When Stan saw how many boxes came out of the closet he was as amazed as myself. How did we manage to stuff so many boxes into that small space? It was inspirational. We decided to pull boxes from other places. The garage, the attic, the storage shed.
And this my dears, is the result. The whole back of the pick-up truck, filled.
Boxes within boxes within boxes within boxes. Everything from small little jewelry boxes to great big boxes into which we could put our 100 pound dog (who by the way has a bit of a phobia about big boxes and doesn't like being near them.)
We did keep a few select boxes, because, well, you never know.... I hope they don't somehow share DNA and magically reproduce.
Is there anything you secretly or unconsciously or even consciously sort like, hoard?