I am feeling RIGHTEOUS this morning! I spent most of the weekend - besides minimal errands and a workshop - purging my laundry/tool/garden/brooder room. When I finished at 9:30 last night, I had the same lightness of being that I did when my sister cleaned my fridge. I kept opening the door and turning on the light. Accordingly, I got rid of a LOT of 'stuff', not all of which is represented above.
1- Okay, who needs three spot light bulbs? Apparently, I thought I did. I went through the chicken bin and unearthed a lot of stuff that I have not used in eons.
2- See #1.
3- What? Not everyone needs a goat scratching pad that conveniently screws onto a surface? Really? I am SO surprised. Notice it never made it out of the package. What was I thinking?
4- Two-tiered metal basket. I have used the bejeebers out of this. Then Sylvie gave me a hand-woven onion basket and I never looked back.
5- This little basket was part of my mother's laundry set that she passed on to me. The little basket mirrors the big laundry basket and holds/held clothespins. I made myself a clothespin bag and have been hanging onto this little guy for a couple of years for sentimental reasons. The new me is not as sentimental...
6- Thistle bird feeder - I have three. Why?
7- Didn't these disappear with the telex machine? I have not had hair long enough to wrap around these babies for years. I remember the days when I longed to be Jean Shrimpton (look it up, whippersnappers) and tried sleeping with my hair rolled around orange juice cans. Oh, the sad and painful price of vanity. There was no way on God's Green Earth that I was ever going to remotely resemble any one of the feminine idols of my day. Some things never change. At least Jean Shrimpton never twerked.