One of our elderly neighbors moved to Florida… His son came by and asked Paul to give him a hand moving some furniture down from the second floor.
When Paul came home, he was carrying a box.
He said – I brought you something.
I said – A BOX OF CATS?
But it wasn’t. It was a box of old glass juicers.
The Hoarder Troll hopped around spastically… because there is NOTHING more useless than TWELVE vintage juicers.
I said – I CANNOT believe you brought me all of these!
Paul said – I guess I really love you… plus, they were free.
Then he said – there’s something else in the car. It’s an old card catalog. I am not sure if you will like it, but I figured it was outdated useless trash, so I should bring it to you.
I cleaned everything up… And then left it in a pile on the dining room floor. Because once something is mine, that is good enough.
But also because I really have NO IDEA what to do with the juicers… Aside from a DIY-lemonade party, I cannot think of a single time I might think to myself– gee, I wish I had a WHOLE BUNCH of juicers.
Plus there is the added pressure of how obviously I must do something Pinterest-y… I’m pretty sure what I need here is some moss and a rustic wire basket and maybe some chipped old teacups and primroses?
Please use your imagination.
If I were a better blogger, I would fill the drawers with some kind of impractical, borderline-deranged vignette… Something that would make you question why you are not the sort of person who has whimsical vintage displays involving aged terracotta and antique silver bud vases.
But if you look closely, you will see a streak in the dust, and some cat prints on the coffee table… So CLEARLY creating whimsical vignettes should take a backseat to dusting.