Christmas All Over Again



I recently mentioned that Mister and I are finally unpacking some boxes, nearly a year after moving into the new abode. Through this task, I am beginning to understand something very important: not all boxes are created equally.


When I opened boxes containing bowls and coffee cups, I got all smiley. By the time I got to the boxes of Mister’s parents wedding china, well, I was a giggling fool. I understand my appreciation of the china. It has history and it’s beautiful. I also understand gratitude for the extra coffee cups. Since I only operate the dishwasher once every few days – when it’s full – I sometimes run out of coffee cups. The extras will make a big difference on that front. But the bowls? The IKEA bowls? They should produce absolutely no joy in Mudville, and yet they do! What can I say? I’m a dork. A very simple dork.


It’s funny how we all have our things that make us happy. What spins my wheels may bore the stuffing out of you, and vicey versey. And that’s okay. I suppose it’s a blessing just to have one’s wheels spun in the first place. (By the way, what things do you have that make you smile? Just curious.)


For now, I’m overjoyed to have a few more dishes in the cupboards. To quote Jack Osbourne (something I do all the danged time): “It’s the little things, Kelly.”

Lost and Found



Mister and I are a couple of months shy of one full year at the new abode. So of course we’ve just now started unpacking. Jeez Louise.


I am not a hoarder. Simple enough statement. But Mister. That guy will save just about anything, if left to his own devices. I get on him (as space is finite), and he’s started to get on himself, too. It helps. But the impulse is still there. Pray for him.


Anyhoo, as we’re starting to slowly go through boxes, we’re uncovering things packed away long ago. Things we thought were gone. Things we simply forgot. One such thing is a pillow Mister made when he was a kid. It’s a yarn, latch-hook thingie with black felt backing. The front shows Snoopy and Woodstock.


Now this is positive hoarding! I love it because kid-Mister made it. Mister loves it for, well, I don’t know why he loves it. Maybe for the very same reason.


Reasons aside, it’s staying. Other items, not put away or set aside, are finding themselves in a big old goodwill pile. But not Snoopy & Woodstock. I’ve already snuggled with this pillow while napping. Yes, it’s staying.