We interrupt this holiday season for a little unpacking update.
And organizing.
And venting.
Why is that the seemingly easiest jobs always turn out to be the most time consuming and frustrating? Please, tell me I am not alone in this one, people.
Case in point...you know by now that I am in the process of unpacking from the third big move in eleven months. (And yes, I am taking quite a long while to accomplish it this go-round.)
Anyway.
I decided that it was time I tackled the closet in my master bedroom. I had my clothes already hung in the closet, yes, but the floor was a higher-than-knee-deep virtual sea of shoes, slippers, purses, boxes and bags and wicker baskets full of girlie unmentionables. Ridiculous.
I had moved the lil' dresser from my last place's living room (remember it here?) to my bedroom, since A, I no longer have the giant closet I shared here to hold all of my shoes stuff, and B, I thought this lil' dresser would work great as a TV holder in my bedroom, if I ever do decide to cut loose with the cash to put a television in my bedroom. In the meantime, this dresser is working out fabulously as a night table by my bed.
I emptied the closet floor and began organising, putting my shoes back in the closet in a nice color coordinated row around the baseboard so I could now find them with ease. All was going all well until I was ready to move all of the girlie unmentionable items from the bed, (where I had moved them from the closet floor) to the dresser.
Not one, but two of the drawers on the old dresser had decided to not open. Mmmm hmm. It was like they had been glued shut. I figured this was but a momentary setback, and I ran to the kitchen to get my tools.
Now, like a lot of women (I am totally guessing here...I really only know this is what I do...) use the preferred universal-tool-of-America, the butter knife. As a back up, (and being sure I wouldn't need to use it anyway) also grabbed my Cutco spreader knife (not sure what the correct name is for this little baby, but that's what I call it) and headed back to the dresser in the bedroom.
I slid the butter knife in between the stuck drawer and the dresser frame. That is, I attempted to slide it in. It seemed that the wood had swelled up at some point over the past few weeks, and it wasn't budging. I tried the Cutco spreader without much success either. At last, the bottom drawer somehow, inch by inch, came open.
I smiled. One more drawer to go and I would be home free, back on track with my unpacking and organizing project.
I ran back to the kitchen and grabbed a screwdriver. No, there were no screws involved in this job, but it seemed like a a good idea at the time. Frustrated, (and trying desperately to remember what all was in the top drawer anyway, and wondering how badly I would really miss whatever was inside it if I never did get the drawer open) I used the screwdriver in the same way as I had been using the two previous tools, and....
...In hindsight, it wasn't such a good idea....(Thank God pretty much all of my home furnishings are junk vintage treasures that look even better when beat up and weathered.)
By this point I was at my I've-moved-too-many-times-and-I-just-wanna-put-my-panties-away-for-gosh-sakes-I'm-so-over-it-already wits end. I left the room and took a break.
When I came back into the room I casually approached the dresser and tugged on the two top drawer pulls. The drawer miraculously slid open without any hesitation. I couldn't decide if I was thrilled with this new development, or if I should leave the top drawer empty for fear of the possibility of losing whatever items I might put inside this drawer, if it were to stick again.
In the end, I emptied the drawer (it was full of my favorite fancy flatware, as it turned out!) and I put my pajamas in that top drawer. (Now, I just have to sand and soap the drawer edges before I close it up to ensure that I won't have this little problem again.) My bedroom closet and dresser are now fully organized and I am feeling proud of my progress.
Next project to organize...my office workroom!
