Tags: family, junk drawer, memories, time capsule
We have always had a “junk drawer” in the kitchen. It’s the place where we toss things that don’t really have a place to call their own.
I can rummage through that drawer and find something I need: a tape measure, an eraser, Sharpie pens, bobby pins, rubber bands, a Phillips screwdriver, a hair brush.
I can also find something I don’t need but might want: a zsu zsu pet, a Barbie with her legs askew, playing cards, silly bandz, the monkey-wearing-a-fez pencil topper.
Sometimes, I will find something that triggers a fond memory: the plastic comb the hospital sent home when my daughter was born, flash cards to quiz basic math skills, a spare key to my first car, a plastic eyeball that we always put on Halloween cupcakes.
When in doubt, check the junk drawer!
Over time, the junk drawer gets layered with new items.
It’s not a junk drawer, really. It’s a time capsule filled with the randomness of our lives.