The trip to IKEA was part of a larger and much more sinister plan to organize my Pink Room. It is so-called, because it has pink carpet. The iridescent lillies on the wall would cause any child to have nightmares, so this room has always been a
I resolve to clean this room twice a year and yet it always returns to this condition, because we don't have proper storage. The room is a hodgepodge of old dressers and mismatched desks, which take up more space than they save. Papers are stored in cardboard boxes. Tools are stored in shopping bags. It's a disgrace. It is impossible to find anything.
This week I have made great progress. We bought tables and shelving on our trip to IKEA and I have begun to exert control over the rogue Pink Room. Of course, whenever I undertake a job like this I get sucked into nostalgia at some point. Today I opened a giant plastic tub marked, "Kelly's High School Box." The result made me and Violet very happy. She got some "new" toys and I was able to let go of some things that I once deemed too precious to throw away.
Clearly, these items are not from high school. I must have decided I couldn't be bothered to write, "Kelly's Box of Stuff that She Can't Figure Out What to Do With and Yet Can't Bring Herself to Throw Away." Violet let out a gasp of joy when she saw the plastic charm necklace. It was enough to make me abandon my planned speech about how to take care of special things. I think she gets it.