My mother is random
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My mother loves to organize things. She also loves QVC. This is really really bad combination come holiday time....
For the past elebenty years, at least one gift-ish holiday has presented me with at least one "oh lordy" moment.
I remember the "locking storage boxes - stackable!" They looked like those styrofoam takeout containers, but long and narrow, and made of flimsy clear plastic.
There was also the "Roll-Up Tool Organizer" - which was bunch of a hinged compartmented containers that rolled up into a kind of Star Trek-Looking tote. I think I inflicted it on
pensnuggles.
There were "Cord Organizers" and "PopUp Laundry Bags", the "Atomic Clock" that never worked and a kind of clear lucite thingie that sat under the answering machine so you had a place to put a pad, a pencil, and a phone book
I have patiently explained to my mother again and again that when she insists that things "will be great for your sewing stuff!" that "There is a REASON I have a workroom. So I don't HAVE to put things away! I can hang them where I can GET to them!".
She is the kind of woman who would hapily live in the Container Store. I remember when she discovered the place. That kind of glee is frightening to me. I'm the one who packed for college by shoveling the piles of things on my bedroom floor into boxes with both hands.
Or as
ashtalet put it once, "Has your mother ever MET you?"
Well this year it is some Vacuum Storage Bags. You know, for your "out of season clothes" (that consist of 2 cardboard boxes of tank tops and shorts/long sleeved sweaters) or bedding (I have a blanket chest)
Also, I don't own a vacuum. I have a Roomba but I suspect that won't quite work.
Oh, and inside the blobby bag is a set of new sheets. She did ask me what colors my bedroom was. She got the blue part right. But she must have missed the part about the black/navy gloss furniture, the black rug and the Star Wars posters and Hubble photos, because now I have white sheets with large blue flowers on them.
I think the only thing I might possibly own that has flowers on it are some clearance underpants....
I think my favorite part of this whole box might be the pillow liner. The used pillow liner. With a post-it on it that says "I needed filling - cover me with something nice". I've been pondering the various pronoun permutations of that statement all afternoon.
I love my mother dearly, but she is clearly an alien.
For the past elebenty years, at least one gift-ish holiday has presented me with at least one "oh lordy" moment.
I remember the "locking storage boxes - stackable!" They looked like those styrofoam takeout containers, but long and narrow, and made of flimsy clear plastic.
There was also the "Roll-Up Tool Organizer" - which was bunch of a hinged compartmented containers that rolled up into a kind of Star Trek-Looking tote. I think I inflicted it on
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There were "Cord Organizers" and "PopUp Laundry Bags", the "Atomic Clock" that never worked and a kind of clear lucite thingie that sat under the answering machine so you had a place to put a pad, a pencil, and a phone book
I have patiently explained to my mother again and again that when she insists that things "will be great for your sewing stuff!" that "There is a REASON I have a workroom. So I don't HAVE to put things away! I can hang them where I can GET to them!".
She is the kind of woman who would hapily live in the Container Store. I remember when she discovered the place. That kind of glee is frightening to me. I'm the one who packed for college by shoveling the piles of things on my bedroom floor into boxes with both hands.
Or as
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Well this year it is some Vacuum Storage Bags. You know, for your "out of season clothes" (that consist of 2 cardboard boxes of tank tops and shorts/long sleeved sweaters) or bedding (I have a blanket chest)
Also, I don't own a vacuum. I have a Roomba but I suspect that won't quite work.
Oh, and inside the blobby bag is a set of new sheets. She did ask me what colors my bedroom was. She got the blue part right. But she must have missed the part about the black/navy gloss furniture, the black rug and the Star Wars posters and Hubble photos, because now I have white sheets with large blue flowers on them.
I think the only thing I might possibly own that has flowers on it are some clearance underpants....
I think my favorite part of this whole box might be the pillow liner. The used pillow liner. With a post-it on it that says "I needed filling - cover me with something nice". I've been pondering the various pronoun permutations of that statement all afternoon.
I love my mother dearly, but she is clearly an alien.
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Date: 2008-12-18 06:33 am (UTC)but...
(btw... for the record, I think that the Container Store is a neat idea... but I know that almost nothing I'd consider buying there would get used much/properly... though I'll admit that I'm tempted to get this just to be "silly/different": http://www.containerstore.com/browse/Product.jhtml?CATID=74950&PRODID=10023643
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Date: 2008-12-18 01:24 pm (UTC)And I still have embroidery stuff laying around in every room of the house.
I gave up organizing about two years into the eBay business. The only thing organized is the listed inventory, which HAS to be out of sheer self-defense.
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Date: 2008-12-19 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-12-19 01:27 am (UTC)Otherwise.. You can walk a U around the dining room table, if I don't need much space behind the machine, it's usable (hey, finished my livery on it this fall, haven't mucked with it since, beyond a "quick mend"). My little room? Just stuck some magazines on the chair, otherwise I *could* use the computer, if it was working... but no desk open right now (well, move about 10 pieces of mail and I'd have a pull-out wing available)... and I can walk from door to desk to one window, even sit on the floor next to the dresser by the window (very important - it's nearly empty, and about to be loaded with my WIPs... at least... next step of the tidy).
Kids' bedrooms vary by the day. Not touching DH's study/ guest room until I *have* to... mostly book clean up and luggage shifting in there (*he's* supposed to put the luggage into the closet there... but hasn't bothered, so it's scattered all over, taking up at least 5 times the space).
My bedroom? Well... I need to get another dresser (only one I have is only big enough for one wardrobe, but I've had to collect enough clothes to last for a week's worth of teaching/work/museum, a week+ worth of "comfy", and a half a week of fancier... and a few nicer than comfy for family stuff, but more comfy than work stuff... doesn't fit in one smallish dresser that takes up twice the space it needs to because of poor design. ... and I still have three boxes to sort through that haven't been touched since shortly after I moved (having *just* had a baby, couldn't wear it then... don't know how much would fit now... I'm up 6 pounds from just before that kids was born right now... but was down 6 from that point two years ago... stress stinks)
*g* Did I cure the envy??
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Date: 2008-12-18 09:49 pm (UTC)See above, however. Specifically "Has your mother ever MET you?"
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Date: 2008-12-21 07:58 pm (UTC)