As I was putting away my hot-glue gun tonight, it occurred to me that we’ve never shown you our drawers. A couple of years ago at one of the surplus auctions we bought an old library card catalog to hold our junk. I insisted that it would fit perfectly in the little nook in one of our closets. I said I was sure of it! (I actually had no idea.) We brought it home, and with the tiniest bit of modification (taking off the baseboards and cramming it in so we’ll have to sell it with the house), it fit like a glove. A really, really tight glove.
We keep all kinds of stuff in it – each in its little labeled drawer, but the drawers aren’t arranged in any logical order. That makes Brad crazy, because when he’s here he’s always looking for scissors, and I move the scissors drawer around.