Wait, wait. Before you roll your eyes and wonder why the hell Steph let me guest post, let me explain.
Before my daughter (blog name Pumpkin) was born, this room was an office-slash-guest bedroom-slash-place-to-throw-stuff-where-no one-would-see-it.
When Pumpkin was born we transformed the room into a nursery. The room got painted, furnished, and decorated. The closet got ignored.
And now, almost two years later, that closet was calling to me. Beckoning me. I spent hours going through boxes, bags, and piles.
I wracked my brain for a new use for these CD binder sheets. Ironic coasters? Waterproof toddler mattress pad?
|Think of the tasks left undone! The appointments never scheduled! Tragic, really.|
So it’s no surprise that I found the unused day planners when I cleaned out the closet. They are about as useful to my husband as the CD binder sheets are to me.
#3. AN OLD LOVE LETTER
|Oh! The cheesiness of young love! |
Shut up. I was an elementary school teacher. I was 22. I was in love.
|Box of Illegal-Smelling Awesomeness |
When I first quit smoking, I faced a seriously uphill battle of cravings for nicotine. The gum never appealed to me; I wanted to smoke. A friend recommended the nicotine-free cigarettes.
I immediately ordered a carton.
But the sideways glances really start when you light up and everything starts to smell like pot.
I found no fewer than six packs of these babies in the closet that day. Sigh.
#1. MY HUSBAND, THE (NEARLY) FAMOUS ACTOR
Hands down the best part of cleaning out this closet was finding the old pictures. And with that, I introduce you to my husband, B. The Scottish stone mason.
|I'm completely overwhelmed by caption possibilities here. |
“I take my re-enactments very seriously.”