Everyone needs another room. Even those living in sprawling suburban homes with several bedrooms and baths, wish for one more. As a New Yorker, I on the other hand, want just one more drawer.
Visiting my mom this weekend, I always look forward to pieces from the past. Her dark red kidney bean chili, one of my favorite chairs in a crewel fabric, and one drawer loaded with goodies that resembles a smorgasbord. Cosmetics, tchotchkes, and unknown items—it’s simply divine.
|Mimi-Kitty On One of My Favorite Chairs with the Crewel Fabric|
I recall almost the exact same drawer many years ago at my grandmother’s house. Curious about the potential ever-changing interior, I raided the drawer each time I visited, only to discover more of the same. Week to week, month to month and year to year, I searched for new items, and found comfort in the old. These were more than the typical trinkets that others keep in odd places.
I guess the saying “one man’s junk is another man’s treasure” is apropos in this particular situation. My infatuation with Mom-Mom’s stuff has transferred from childhood to adult. However, I now have the exact same infatuation with my mom’s junk drawer. History repeats itself. I discovered it again inadvertently on Saturday night while looking for a space as I was unpacking.
After visiting my grandmother’s house yesterday where my aunt now lives, I had a flashback of the dresser drawer in the middle bedroom on the second floor. It brought back sweet memories. The furniture that held that drawer is long gone. Lipsticks, perfume, jewelry, empty boxes, rosaries, change purses, handkerchiefs, and more; and still three decades later, I reminisce. It’s now about time I create a junk drawer of my own. I will return to New York tomorrow and start working on it.