‘To invent you need a good imagination and a pile of junk.’ Thomas Edison.

04 Nov

Anyone who has been following any of my posts will know that, for the past couple of years, I have been assiduously divesting myself of a lot of extraneous ‘stuff’ I seem to have accumulated over the years. (Although, perhaps ‘assiduously’ is too strong a term—but I really like how that word just kind of rolls off the tongue . . . assssidduossssly  . . . )

patonbackAnyway . . . I have also spent a bit of time patting myself on the back about how good I have been.  I’ve rid myself of books and clothes and shoes and old bits of furniture, and, the most important part, I haven’t done what I thought I might do and replace it with all new stuff.  (Well, okay, I admit, I have bought some new stuff but not nearly as much as I could have.)  I figured I had this downsizing thing down pat.

And then last weekend I went looking for some blu-tackone of those things that you need once every five years or so and you just know you have some in the house somewhere but be damned if you know where to find it—and, after unsuccessfully searching through all my ‘arty’ drawers (which, by the way, are now are hugely pared down with all materials organised into lovely plastic see-through boxes—not in any way, shape or form a sketching procrastination tactic . . . ) I finally had an AHA moment.  I knew exactly where that pesky blu-tack would be.  How could I not have thought of that first?  The drawer in the kitchen.

Now, I know you know which drawer I am talking about.  I’ll bet you have one too. The junk drawer. The drawer of detritus. The drawer where all your odds (sometimes very odd) and ends go to die . . .

junkdrawerOMG!  I swear I open that drawer at least twice a day (obviously to toss things in rather than take things out) but I am not sure when the last time was that I actually looked at what was inside it.   And worse still, now that I was looking, it seems that items within that drawer (presumably deciding they needed more room to move about) had surreptitiously started to infiltrate several surrounding drawers as well. Sigh.

Why?  I mean—really—why?

Why is it I can manage to give away two hundred books and half the clothes in my wardrobe but I seem unable to stop myself from ‘saving’ such flotsam and jetsam . . .

four sets of broken scissors
(did I think I was going to get them mended?  Never going to happen.)

fridge magnets
(well—once upon a time they were fridge magnets.
The decorative fronts were still on them but they no longer had magnets attached.)

various pens and markers
(none of which seemed to be working)

(now completely un-sticky because of the all junk-draw fuzz stuck to it)

safety pins and thumbtacks
(every single one lying face up and every single one stabbed me before I saw it)

a hammer (WTF?)

dozens of loose toothpicks
(because where else are you going to keep them?)

various over the counter headache, cold-and-flu, and hayfever tablets
(I have never, ever suffered from hayfever)

3 bottle openers and 2 corkscrews (ahem)

doggie poo bags (thankfully all pristine and unused),
along with several now-too-small dog-collars (so cute),
half eaten dog chews
(erk) and other doggie doodads.
Oh, also a little bottle of what was left of Mabel’s ear drops from the infection she had
—2 years ago

a number of rusty keys
(no idea what they do, or do not, open)

several tubes of superglue
(one which had divested itself off all its contents and will never be removed from the drawer,
or anything else it came into contact with, ever again)

a dozen or so buttons of varying shapes and sizes
(I couldn’t tell you the last time I sewed a button on anything,
but in spite of this I apparently can’t throw them away either . . . )

lightbulbAnd those are only some of the more identifiable items.  There were a couple of other things in there which (grimace) I am still not sure about.  Nor have I even looked through the other two drawers yet—that may be a chore for this weekend.  (Oh joy.)

It’s a shame Edison is not still around really.  He would have had a field day . . .

Oh, and P.S.—I still haven’t found the bloody blu-tack . . . 


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9 responses to “‘To invent you need a good imagination and a pile of junk.’ Thomas Edison.

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  2. Joneen

    November 7, 2016 at 11:22 am

    You are in good company Sal .See Jimeoin ‘s Third Draw Down (on Utube).Your blog reminded me of this cool song. Some of the words:

    In my kitchen there’s a drawer at the top
    It’s got cutlery: knives, forks, spoons the lot
    Second drawer down’s got a big knife and an egg whip
    Things that should go in the first drawer – but they just don’t fit

    And the third drawer down from the top
    Is just full of
    And there’s tonnes of it


    • sallyinthehaven

      November 7, 2016 at 2:32 pm

      HA – I always love to hear that I am not the only one with these first world issues . . .


  3. stevetalbot51

    November 4, 2016 at 3:59 pm

    Chore solution:
    1. Get big cardboard box – or three smaller boxes.
    2. Put contents of all three drawers into box(es).
    3. Put box(es) in garage.
    4. Throw away some time later 🙂

    All that aside, I really like the sketch – it looks different (in a good way) – did you use a new technique and/or materials?


    • sallyinthehaven

      November 6, 2016 at 7:03 am

      The King of Procrastination speaks! 🙂 And thank you for the compliment on the sketch. I am sure the artist will appreciate the compliment although I have no idea who the artist was – it was just a cool graphic I pulled off the web. (I did think about sketching the drawer myself but I reckon it would have taken a month at least to complete . . . )


  4. Judy

    November 4, 2016 at 10:59 am

    Isn’t it crazy Sal how we can’t ‘bear’ to throw away the no longer used collars…some of them have found their way on to Paddington’s toys. His old harness adorns Mr Ted and his Paddington Bear toy (a given of course) proudly wears his last monogrammed collar – perfik!


    • sallyinthehaven

      November 4, 2016 at 11:02 am

      Perfik indeed!!! 🙂


  5. C. C. Cedras

    November 4, 2016 at 9:23 am

    Reading the contents of your junk drawer, and the commentary, had me laughing..out..loud! Just as a for instance, I have two hammers in mine — a little one and a serious one. And packets of tissues. And garden gloves. And spare change. Wire. Picture hangers. Keys and keychains. Those little padding things that go on furniture legs.

    Okay, I think I know what my project is for this weekend. 🙄


    • sallyinthehaven

      November 4, 2016 at 11:05 am

      I’m pleased to be in such esteemed company – (and also very glad someone else had a hammer (a serious one!) 😀



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