Monday, June 18, 2012

Hairy lipbalm and other treasures

Yeah so... still here. Saturday we move and the following Friday we complete.
I forgot over the last 5 years what a pain it is to pack an entire home! I also forgot not to hoard stuff... like: 
does a person need 200 balls of wool?
and wouldn't it be far better to chose a sewing project before buying fabric!
oh yeah and btw: you don't need any more pretty notebooks!

Please don't mistake me I don't intend to give up any of those items (besides the token few to make M. feel better) but I must try to remember!

Today was the day we dismantled the girl's bunk beds which are three high. The bottom bunk sits only millimeters off the floor and has (unbeknownst to me) been collecting an interesting array of curiosities, rather like the song the Ompa-loompas sing for Varruca Salt but this one is about K. and E.:

A hairy lipbalm no one wants, 
a smallish piece of croissant.
Lego bricks and playdough blocks,
tiny gears scavenged from clocks.
A bookmark and a doll's arm
a long forgotten bracelet charm.
These disgusting curiosities
have my children left for me.
X Jo

1 comment:

  1. I know exactly what you mean about the wool - it takes a strong will to pass by the specials bin without picking up a ball or two to add to the basket; fabric - just a metre or so, because it's so pretty and I'm sure will be useful; & notebooks - you can never have too many for all those journals you plan to write, or a new recipe book to begin! It's just elusive "time" that prevents the full and proper use of such treasured articles!

    Love the poem too! Just think, the children will be able to begin their collection afresh!

    Lots of love to you & M, hope the next few days go smoothly.