It’s a pretty busy week. I’m not sure what that means, blogwise. I’m predicting quiet. But often, it means I write more than ever. Especially since of the “action items” on my list aren’t all that entertaining.
I went to the mall on Saturday with my cousin. It could have been much much worse. I introduced her to the joy that is the $4 valet parking. Worth. Every. Penny. We returned wedding presents at Macy’s, during which time I picked out six or seven different types of fine china. I have to say, I don’t spend a whole lot of time looking at fine china. I can’t even remember the last time I looked at any. But fine china design seems to have improved greatly in the last few years. I counted several options that featured neither flora, nor fauna. Or squirrelly curly-Q’s and patterns. Who knew.
After a lovely lunch featuring pasta and salad, we headed over to the new Container Store that just opened up. And that’s when I lost my head. And ran into my mom, for that matter. I really really love products that help you get organized. I always think, not unlike cleaning products, that this is the purchase that is finally going to do it for me. Finally, I will have all my paperwork, receipts, pay stubs, tax returns, birthday certificates, etc. filed away neatly. I’ll be able to find anything at a moments notice. A place for everything and everything in it’s place. And, just like all those cleaning products I buy, I’m let down. Turns out, no matter what bright shiny thing I buy, I still have to do the actual organizing. Nonetheless, I love these kinds of stores. The Container Store is no different than Storables, which is just down the street. With one major exception. The Gift Wrap Wonderland!
I love me some wrapping paper, christmas paper best of all. Escaping to the back storeroom to wrap customer presents was the only thing I liked to do, when I worked at Hallmark. The examples on the website do not do the Gift Wrap Wonderland justice. My first theme of papers and ribbons were all jewel tones and gold. And then I switched to something more contemporary and witty. And I was ready to switch themes again, but Kirsten would not let me. It’s just that there were sooooo many lovely papers and ribbons! I could barely stand all the wrapping paper stimuli! As we looked around the store, it went a bit like this.
*Looking at media shelving*
“I want to change my theme.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
*looking at shoe storage and sock organizers*
“I want to change my theme!”
“No”
*looking at desk chairs*
“I want to change my theme.”
“No.”
*looking at stay fresh food storage systems*
“I want to change my theme.”
“Fine! Go change your theme!”
“No… I guess I’ll just stick with this.”
“sigh”
Shopping for fine china? Do we have an event in the near future?
well, i suppose people are welcome to buy me fine china for xmas. but other than that, i was just killing time while kirsten used to her present returns credits to fill in gaps in her place settings.
I love dishes. I can not help it. I have so many dishes that half of them are stored in the shed. Barring special occasions and rare dinner parties I never use anything but the Mikasa settings I got when I was married and various cheap and even free plasticy containers. Yes I do save and reuse cool whip bowls. I DARE you to make fun of me. Go ahead. I can take it.
The worst part is, I refuse, REFUSE to call myself a collector. I swear I am a combine and consolidate, keep nothing that is unneeded kind of girl. My dishes are my guilty secret. Well at least they used to be. Until now. Am I rambling? I am. 🙂
Yay! you talked about me in your blog! Now I am FAMOUS!!!
i never know how to work this technology…. is this thing on….. hello…. testing one, two …. i dont know…. is thing even working, hello HELLO…. IS ANYONE THERE????… ooooh it rolling… i see…. hello Jodi, Yeah… ummm …
Beeep… End of Messege
….. hello, yes hello hello hello… okay… this thing is recording right?…. youre not just putting me on to make me look stupid… okay… ummm okay this is what i wanted to record…. beeeep!
… please first dial a one or a zero…. hello can you hear me, its me, accept the charges…. black dog runs at night….black dog runs at night… black dog runs at night….black dog runs at night… black dog runs at night….black dog runs at night… beeep!
She walked on the beach… the summer sand, the wind and her smile. Simple summer. in rolled the bottle. she saw it arrive and saw its corked note. she looked at the messege in side, and with one last guess at what may have said she threw it back into the ocean.
With the final label of “hole in the ground”, Jodi was finally able to explain just what everything was to to her co-workers who seemed to be confusing it with their own asses.
My action items suck too. Lame Action Item Twins!