When I was in the first grade, my mother wound up taking me to the emergency room. After what seemed like and eternity, I came home with my left index finger wrapped in a heap of gauze and a prescription from the doctor to use Mecuricome and keep it clean. (Funny, that that stuff is now banned. I survived.)
Why am I telling you this? Thirty years later, I still have that scar. Just looked at it when the topic of cleaning out a junk drawer came up. Hmm...still wondering? Well, the reason I specifically recall THIS traumatic childhood experience is that I was cut, while rifling in our family's junk drawer.
Why am I telling you this? Thirty years later, I still have that scar. Just looked at it when the topic of cleaning out a junk drawer came up. Hmm...still wondering? Well, the reason I specifically recall THIS traumatic childhood experience is that I was cut, while rifling in our family's junk drawer.
Now that I've shared (group therapy at its best), I feel like we can move on.
I myself emptied the drawer and started placing like items in piles on the kitchen table. This really is the catch-all place but because I don't have very many drawers in the kitchen to begin with, there are mostly odd and end kitchen utensils in there. It seemed more manageable to spread things out, but it also made me realize just how MUCH useless stuff I have too.
A few of the items were placed into Ziploc bags, so as to not have them lose (like all the turkey sewing needles went together) and I also used twist ties on the cords to the electric thermometers for the oven and crock pots. Otherwise, I didn't use containers to separate things out. After purging and then neatly putting back, this is how it looks:
A few of the items were placed into Ziploc bags, so as to not have them lose (like all the turkey sewing needles went together) and I also used twist ties on the cords to the electric thermometers for the oven and crock pots. Otherwise, I didn't use containers to separate things out. After purging and then neatly putting back, this is how it looks:
It really is satisfying to get this accomplished and knowing that this was done, helped me not be so nervous when I pull the drawer open again. Darn traumatic childhood memories!
