The Great De-Clutter of 2017 has made its way to my office. I avoided this room for some time because it is my neatness nemesis, a “catch all” room.
I’ve got my own personal sweat shop in here complete with multiple sewing machines and all the notions needed to sew anything you could dream of as a Halloween costume. There is enough loose fabric to clothe a small village. And beware office intruders as a few straight pins are always lying in wait in the carpet.
Then there is my fiber problem, sheep run from me in fear of shearing. I have yarn ferreted away in my drawers and closet in copious quantities. So much so that should I perish and someone find my stash, they would think me a hoarder. But the special kind of hoarder who covets wool not the kind that lets trash and cat shit pile up.
The office also accumulates a bunch of other miscellaneous stuff. Stuff that had no where else to go. While organizing my desk I uncolored the following pile:
Yes, those are indeed a packet of wisdom teeth pulled from my head. (I would have fought back but they drugged me. At least they had the decency to let me keep the teeth.) Then a there are a few badges from old jobs, an old passport, a calculator for the hard of math-ing, and a receipt from my book buying habit.
It is pretty much a pile of trash. These things should probably be shredded and/or unceremoniously tossed in the garbage. But I just can’t. I may need them someday if I become a spy posing as a teacher (clearly not a math teacher) hopping from one county to the next to thwart evil. Or I might have to convince someone I am a member of an undercover, jaw shattering fight club by displaying the teeth of my enemies. You never know.