Delivering Love

In this life there are few certainties. The few obvious ones, we are born, we die and so forth. Surely amongst these two great life occurrences the great and bold ‘messy drawer’ must belong. I hear the gasps of no, not I or what a thing to insinuate etc etc but the fact is we all have a messy drawer.

My husband detests our messy drawer. If you ask him he will declare himself innocent of all contributing charges. He will boldly declare that he, and he alone tries to keep said drawer tidy but is thwarted at every turn by a conspiracy of drawer messers. I will tell you that’s a pile of you know what. He uses the drawer, often, he most certainly does NOT organise and tidy it after each and every foray into it’s wild depths. He is a mess maker just like the rest of us. So why is this so hard to admit?

I do not know why my messy drawer still has little baby bibs and aprons in it despite my youngest being nearly 11. I could claim that they’ve just always been there but seeing as we moved house a little over two years ago thats not going to cut it. They are just there. For nostalgia, for sentiment or for that annual visit from someone with a tiny baby when you can whip out a bib with all the fanfare of a Babies R Us ? I’m actually not sure.

I do not often need the contents of any of the tins labelled glue sticks, picture hooks, misc pieces and the like but the self satisfying glow that comes from producing a glue stick in a time of adhesive need is absolutely second to none. No costly trip to the DIY store for us. Messy drawer has us covered.

Our tea towels live here too. I’m not sure why. Every time a dish requires drying life ,limb and finger tips are risked as one dives into the abyss hoping to secure a tea towel that is NOT decorated in Santa’s and other Christmas paraphernalia. Too bad if it does, you only dive in once regardless of the towel decor. Yes, Christmas items are placed at the bottom of the pile but somehow these dastardly things are determined to be free, like the William Wallace of household goods they refuse to be put in their place and hence seem to be the single most used tea towels in the drawer. It is a deep mystery.

It is also the home of our ‘tool collection’. An array of items that have been mostly been accumulated through years of tradesmen leaving them at their tail and not returning to reclaim. The hammer is one such item. It is a glorious, wooden handled beast of a thing. Its big metal head shakes each time it’s lifted and the day is surely nigh that said hammer head will fly off its wooden body and onto the toe of a poor unsuspecting Gordon. For now he reigns supreme and no hammer could ever replace him. He fulfils his task with dignity and reliability rarely seen these days. He sits along side the tool bag. Ok so its a mans toilet bag, but its a big toilet bag filled to bursting with screwdrivers , stanley knives , tape measures and the like. Again it is the most reliable of sources. It’s contents do just about every job we need and should the big guns be required (Grampa Jimbo) it happily rests in its spot awaiting the next DIY emergency to come.

So whether it’s a battery or a fuse plug. Masking tape or sellotape. Screwdriver or hammer. Tea towel or bib. The messy drawer has it. It is the general hardware store of the kitchen, the place where many problems find their solutions and household life can carry on uninterrupted for another day. It is the most essential of places and it demands to be messy. Messiness is its happy place. So to my husband and all those who declare such drawer unnecessary and unwanted I say you know not what you say. Stay out my messy drawer and leave me and this fabulous friend of mine to carry on running our household in undisturbed peace and harmony.