This afternoon I was searching for one of the many drillbits that I have purchased over the years and as a result, ended up rooting through the 'junk drawer'. This is a wide, shallow drawer in an island that sat in my kitchen for years and years. A search, that should have only taken a few seconds, deterred me for quite a while. I could write the entire history of the past 18 years just by looking at the stuff in the junk drawer. There were the baby nail clippers that I used on my 3 youngest. Actually there were two clippers - which is ironic because if I recall, when I needed them I could never find them. There was a dropper bottle of Kanka that I purchased for my oldest son the time he had a nasty canker sore on his gum. Given that Ryan is now 28 years old (Oh My Gosh!!!! 28??), I wonder how effective that stuff is now. I found a bunch of hinges, chop sticks, screws of every shape and size and a Nokia phone - which was the first cellphone we ever owned. There are new additions - such as the box of chalk; there are things I don't remember ever owning, like these little metal things with holes in them. There were bottle caps, bolts, seeds, batteries and gross, black stuff. There was fabric paint, a long lost lid to my pressure cooker vent, balloons, needles and even a drillbit. Unfortunately not the drillbit I was looking for.
I didn't do what I'm sure another, more fastidious person would likely do. I didn't empty out the drawer and clean it - not even the black icky stuff. I've had too much change for one month, I'm not ready to give up my memory drawer.