(This Photo was found here via Google Images)
Not every week...but most weeks...I find myself going out and having to buy something new to replace something old and hopelessly lost. As most of you know who come by here to read, 11 months ago we moved from Portland, Oregon, to southeastern Michigan. In the process...and it was such a whirlwind process, considering how quickly it happened from the time we heard of the possibility of moving to the actual reality of it...I lost, misplaced, mis-packed, or tossed a lot of stuff. Most of it's mundane and not very expensive and obviously not very important for the most part. Like clothes hangers. I'd had hundreds of clothes hangers and donated many of them, thinking I had more than enough to service our needs here. Think again. Yesterday I bought my second pack of them since arriving here. And a steam iron. I have no clue what happened to my old steam iron. And I still can't find my beautiful Pendleton collectors coffee mugs my daughter gifted me with thru the years she worked for that company in Portland. But I'm not going to buy more coffee mugs before I find those. Dear Hubby and I have 4 or 5 cups and that's plenty for us. The big mystery regarding that is I do have one of those mugs and I use it all the time. But why or how it arrived here and is on my shelf while all of its mates are still MIA...well, I have no answer for that. At least I finally found our wedding rings and a couple other pieces of heirloom jewelry so I know there's hope for the coffee mugs because I do remember packing them. It's when I open the storage cupboards downstairs and gaze upon the many unpacked bins stashed away in them that I have a tendency to shudder and close them back up again. I'd done enough sorting and packing and moving 11 months ago to last me for the rest of my lifetime. One of these days I'll tackle the bins. Just not any time soon.
4 told me what they're thinking:
Drives me crazy when I can't find something that I KNOW I have someplace, but don't know where.
We moved in 1982 and one large box was labeled canning jars. Well, due to illness I did not can for years. So just before our major move here in 2003 I FINALLY opened that box. We knew that some wonderful metal large Tonka trucks for outside play for our son had gone missing...yep in the bottom of THAT box...sigh...our wonderful educated populace, eh?? I would NEVER have packed THOSE items together, but movers are a strange breed. SO!! Now they are with our son's sons to play with...all those years later. My poor son only had them a couple years to play with and we had not the funds to replace them...but so it goes!! So you might find some interesting things in those boxes, even if you did pack them yourselves. When we get tired, we do strange things.
I "move" several times a year, between the house, the boat, the cottage and out west with family. I am FOREVER loosing things and having to re-buy, beg, borrow or steal what I need. Does it ever get any better?????
Rosemary
Awe.. Kris I love the pic of old IRONS! I actually own one of them (my grandmas')Mine is in mint condition tucked away in a safe dry place for sentimental reasons. After all it was my Grannys'! I remember her having it on a very hot wood stove where it was ready for use on laundry day.
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