Some people straighten. Some clean. Some de-clutter. Me? I have to reclaim, just like companies reclaim the land after mining. I hope I do a better job than some…but I digress.
Here it is, in full color: the reclaiming of the kitchen table. The “before” picture is first.
The contents of the table reflects the way the day (and week) were going. Whether you can see them or not, these items are all present on the Incredible Bulk of Table Trash.
gift wrapping ribbons
gift wrap tags
small scraps of gift wrap
a wedding gift wrapped in plain off-white paper
large pieces of plain, off-white paper
wrapping tissue in a handful of different colors
1 sweatshirt (La Petite’s)
1 bag of audio books (Amigo’s)
1 cable box, no longer in use
1 cable remote control unit, no longer in use
1 pair khaki pants, tried on but not yet worn (Amigo’s)
1 bag from Steve and Barry’s
Here’s the story. We were headed to my cousin’s wedding. I bought the gift the night before the wedding and then made a trip to Steve and Barry’s because Amigo had, I’m not kidding, nothing to wear. I thought a pair of nice khakis, a white shirt, and a tie would do the trick. While I was at Steve and Barry’s I made the trip worthwhile by picking up a baby gift for another cousin. On my way to the checkout I bought a batch of small items to go in my gift stash.
That accounts for most of the items on the table.
A few days later, it looked like this.
The khakis are still there because Amigo wore the other pair (not visible in the first picture, but still part of the chaos). I hadn’t decided whether to keep or return these (How much would the gas cost to get me across town to the store? More than the $8.98 pants?). Gifts are wrapped, given to one and mailed to the other, S&B bag is hidden in the attic, and wrapping trappings are in their places on their basement shelves. However… the table still plays home to a three ring binder (Amigo’s), shirt (La Petite’s), broken radio (worthy of a post in itself
), and still, the cable box and remote control.
Eventually we finished the reclamation effort and set the table. Yes, set the table, as in having an actual sit-down family meal again! Husband was cooking on the grill, we had corn from the farm market, and we were ready to put the table to its intended use again. Oh, I forgot one detail.
The reclaiming of the table called for a celebration. Wine with the meal was most definitely on the menu.