Alright, I have a confession to make.
I really, really hate taking down Christmas decorations. I actually love it when I'm finished, everything feels clean and fresh and new, even though it's just the same old house it was before the holidays. But getting started...ick. I hate it so much, I can easily procrastinate the whole ordeal...put on blinders and envelop myself with work here in the studio instead; there have been years the stuff stays up way too long. Nightmare Before Christmas sort of long. Festive, yet creepy. We won't talk about that now, though. It's today I'm talking about now.
So I started cleaning this evening, with all good intentions of making real headway on the decoration thing. I got what I thought was a pretty good start but then, you know how you'll be doing something, and somehow your focus shifts unconsciously and later you're not exactly certain how you got there? No, just me? Alright. Well, somehow I ended up, after packing up only a few decorations, spending hours cleaning and organizing several drawers. Yes, I hate taking down Christmas decorations that much. Cleaning drawers! I can understand unconsciously migrating to the kitchen to, say, bake brownies and eat the whole pan...or to the couch for a nap, or downtown to buy fabulous new shoes...later wondering how it happened, but drawers?
In a small house with minimal closet space, drawers are pretty important. Drawers in every room are packed tightly. The bed has drawers in it. The living-room hutch drawers house tools and other seemingly non-living-room type things...we're drawer-crazy here. But the mother-of-all-drawers is The Junk Drawer.
You know The Junk Drawer. Everyone has it. The big one in the kitchen, with stuff you need every day right there at hand. It's also the place where bizarre junk goes to die. When there's no other place that makes sense for something to go, it gets tossed into The Junk Drawer. 98% of the time, when Husband Guy starts a sentence with "Where is..." or "Have you seen..." that's where I send him. You know exactly what I'm talking about. So yes, that drawer, crammed so tightly with everyday objects yet cloaked in a shroud of mystery, that drawer was emptied, cleaned, and organized this evening. I suppose decorations will wait another day.
After all this meticulous organizing and purging, one would think I might show off my fabulously neat and tidy drawers in a Martha-esque photo shoot. The clean 90-degree angles. The ever-so-satisfying contrast of negative space. Not a rubber band, paper clip, or cup hook out of place. But no...even now, I don't know...these drawers somehow feel a little too personal to put on The Interwebs. I know, I'm weird that way. But where I'm not willing to show you what stayed in the drawers, some of the stuff that came out of The Junk Drawer is an absolute must-see.
What the? Talk about "no other place that makes sense for it to go". This one surprised even me, although I'm sure I'm the one who put it there...all the way in the back of the drawer...that mysterious dark alcove that remains hidden from view even when the drawer is pulled out as far as it will go, there it was. Dippity-do? This is the original stuff I tell you what...I think it was something my sister found in a cupboard and made me take home, you know, "because it's old and weird and kitschy and I dig that kind of thing". I'm afraid to open the jar. I have a vague memory of Dippity-do sort of stinking. I'm not in the mood to remind myself in exactly in what way it stinks right now.
And the scary electrical stuff...no, that's not just in the drawer because it's old and funny like the Dippity-do. These things were mixed in with electrical stuff that's supposed to be useful. You know, useful in this century. This reminds me of that scene in A Christmas Story when Darren McGavin goes to plug in the lamp...remember all the plugs crammed together on a single outlet, the sparks, and the puff of smoke? And here are the fuses, ready and waiting for him when that does happen.
But this...this makes it all worth it. The final step in the project was to take the big pile of loose little papers that had grown on the counter as I purged and organized, with the intent of not saving a single scrap unless absolutely necessary...old receipts, recipes cut from packaging that I never seem to have made, you know the stuff. It's The Junk Drawer. All I was doing was separating the to-recycle from the to-shred, but then I came upon this tasty little tidbit of wonderfulness.
Beef-in-a-Mug. What could be better? Apparently not much; these folks look like they've never experienced such bliss. That woman is in heaven. Can you just hear her giggly moan while she slurps up that zesty brown liquid? And the dude...well, I can't tell you what he's thinking right now, this is a family blog after all. But look, little girls even love a hot mug of beef. And why not? Are you in the mood for a juicy steak but don't want to bother with all that pesky chewing? This is your lucky day.
I mean, right here...this is the stuff that makes me wish I wasn't one of those crazy vegetenaschnarian types. Look what I've been missing. I could be this happy, basking in the salty steam wafting from my toasty warm mug of beefy goodness.
Beef-in-a-Mug. Enjoy it today with someone you love.
Alright. I know. This is supposed to be an art blog, and I've been showing you stupid pictures of weird stuff in my house for weeks now, going on about the weather...blah blah blah. Don't worry, I still do art. I've actually been busy back in the studio again (you know, avoiding those dusty decorations) and catching up with work after a long winter's nap. Or something like that.
And there seems to be a Blogiversary coming up here next week (yes I've been rambling on like this for a year!) so stay tuned for goodies...yes, real goodies...of the giveaway and freebie sort.
But first...the decorations. I know.