If you were suddenly injured or died, are your bedside table drawers ready for someone else to go through them? If you care to share, what’s the most unusual item someone might find, that might be potentially embarrassing?
Ooh, great question! OK, so when I had a look in my bedside drawer I found everything was just crammed in higgledy-piggledly, so I decided to take a full inventory of exactly what was in there… oh dear!
So, top row left to right we have: three sugared almonds in net from my eldest daughter’s first wedding (18 years ago) with a UK/US plug adapter immediately underneath; an old chocolate tin now with assorted ribbons in it; an empty Fat Face enamel tin mug with plastic lid (I think it was what my old Fat Face watch came in); three old leather purses; eye drops, lip balm and Nivea hand cream; and a pair of pinking shears (I wondered where they’d got to!).
Second row comprises a small leather zipped bag with several lip balm sticks inside; an old Fossil tin (another watch came in that) now with assorted keyrings inside; three empty ring boxes kept for sentimental reasons and a boxed leather keyring given as a gift (kept safe so as not to ruin it); a small round tin that once held mint sweets from the Daily Telepgraph newspaper (from when my husband worked there selling advertising space); an old set of tarot cards wrapped in black silk; and a terracotta pot filled with spare copper change.
Third row starts off with a very old cross stitch bookmark I made in primary school; a cotton zipped purse with nail clippers, tweezers, emery boards, and a small mirrored compact inside; yet another tin with a variety of very old passport-style photographs of me inside; three small crystals (sphere, heart, oval); a blue cotton bag containing those jingly silver balls you fiddle with in your hand; a tiny heart-shaped red tin and four random marbles; a heart-shaped tweezers (gift from my youngest daughter) still with hard case and soft pouch intact; and a ceramic pot with a retractable tape measure and the key to my suitcase on a fabric lizard keyring.
And I suppose apart from the general weirdness of my baffling collection the most potentially embarrassing thing for me is probably the messy state of the drawer in the first place – I’m not exactly a neat freak at the best of times, so a small personal space hidden from view is usually the least of my tidying up worries… But at least it’s tidy now!
What keeps you going? (However you might interperet that is correct)
Share a photo or sentence about your favourite thing(s)?
Sorry but I can’t get Julie Andrews singing ‘My Favourite Things’ from the Sound of Music out of my head now…
At the end of the song ‘Everybody Hurts’ by REM, where do they all go?
They’ve all just walked away from the rat-race… lucky people…
What are you grateful for right now?
That my dad’s still with us two weeks after his fourth stroke in two years – his vascular dementia has got a lot worse now, and ok, so he gets really REALLY confused over his current location at any given time but thankfully in spite of his injured brain connections he still remembers who we all are ❤