Every household has one, mine included. In fact I have several. I’ve always questioned why the use of the singular “junk drawer” when the plural “drawers” is much more appropriate. I also have junk shelves in junk cupboards, junk closets and junk rooms, all plural. Obviously I’m not a very tidy person.
What may have started out way back when as a good idea quickly got out of control. One drawer, usually in the kitchen, to be set aside just for the accumulation of those necessary odds and ends that don’t seem to belong anywhere else.
My junk drawer started out holding a few awkwardly shaped kitchen tools that didn’t fit in a smaller drawer or belong to a set. It soon became a catch-all in which to temporarily toss anything loose that needed a home.
Recently, out of curiosity, I took a serious look into my several junk drawers and was absolutely floored by the variety and quantity of items which could only be called junk. Most of the original tools were still there somewhere, hidden by more junk than seemed possible.
My potato masher, the kitchen shears, a wine bottle opener that really works, several spatulas, the world’s best little knife sharpener and a package of wooden skewers all belonged there, as well as several types and kinds of jar and can openers, including a pliers.
All well and good, but by now I was intrigued and began turning out the contents of several more drawers. I found:
An empty prescription bottle
6 blue, 3 red and a yellow rubber bands
A used emery board
The long lost keys to a car I sold in 2013
Countless clippies of all sizes, meant to close bags
A wooden clothespin
Several pieces of string, random lengths
A book of matches from a motel in Lander, Wy. How old was that? Do
they still make book matches? Was it safe to strike one?
Several packets of mustard and mayo
7 packets of Splenda
Sample bottles of hand lotion, shampoo and laundry soap
A dog-eared shopping list reminding me to buy baby food. Since my
baby is now 68 years old, it had to be for a grand- or a great-grand
Quite a few pencil stubs, all in need of sharpening
29 various colored plastic tabs to seal loaves of bread
Uncounted numbers of toothpicks
3 totally unidentifiable objects.
After this archeological dig, I’m convinced most of the stuff multiplies and divides behind our backs. It’s probably dangerous too, if not radioactive or toxic. At least there didn’t seem to be anything living in my drawers…..not yet……
I’m a great believer in keeping things that may come in handy some day but I think even I’ve reached my limit. I’m very much afraid this can mean only one thing – a serious housecleaning. Horrors!