The Best of the Bad Ideas

The Best of the Bad Ideas at

When I decluttered/created-space-in that cabinet in my kitchen recently, I found that candle.

So cute, right? Actually, if I said words like “presh” I would totally call that presh. (Presh is short for precious. I think.)

I have a soft spot for Christmas decor, for gingerbread houses and for candles that smell like food. And that candle smells like sugar cookies, which are pretty much the best of Christmas AND food.

I was surprised to find a Christmas item in that cabinet since I would never have looked there for anything Christmas-ey. So obviously, it didn’t pass the first decluttering question test for staying in that spot.

But the problem is, I do look for Christmas stuff in the attic. The attic is the perfect, most logical spot for Christmas stuff.

As long as the stuff doesn’t include candles.

Because I live in Texas.

Texas attics and Christmas candles (or any candles of any sort) don’t mix. I know because I’ve tried. I have several lovely-smelling waxy boxes which once held candles that magically disappeared between Christmases.

And I wish I had a pre-blog picture of a certain anthropomorphic Christmas tree candle whose smiling face was hilariously disfigured when we pulled him out one year.

I tried and tried to think of where to put this candle. (Ignoring both the first and second decluttering questions, obviously.) And finally I came up with a place.

Hidden Cabinet at

It’s hard to get to, so “perfect” for off-season items. In fact, as I climbed upon a stool, I wondered what in the world I had stored in there already.


Hidden behind a thick layer of dust . . .

Just past the (amazingly) thick layer of dust . . . was that pumpkin cookie jar I’d wondered about for the past few autumns.


But even with proof that this was probably a bad idea, I stuck the presh little candle in the cabinet and shut the door.

It’ll be such a nice surprise if we ever move.



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Jealous of Other People’s Houses

Jealous Of People Who Can Find Things


I’m not talking about swimming pools or jetted tubs or even closets that are bigger than mine.

I’m talking about finding things.

Now, there are often times when I do know just where something is. I remember being praised for my amazing organizational skills when we celebrated Christmas at my house three days before my first child was born. I told my mother and sister-in-law exactly where to find things as they worked in the kitchen while I rested on the couch.

(I was probably resting because I had worn myself out getting the house ready for their visit.)

But at moments when I need a specific something I don’t often need, but I know we have, I get so frustrated knowing Other People have “spots” in their homes for things like church directories.

Or houseshoes.

Or mop buckets.




Wasting Time Because I Tried to Save It

Wasting Time Because I Tried to Save It at

I vaguely remember thinking I did not have time to put the red lid back on the soap-dispensing scrubber that had somehow come apart.

I’m sure it made more sense to me to wait until later. To do it when I was dealing with sink-stuff anyway. That would be more efficient, right?

As usual with these sorts of things, I was wrong.

Putting the lid back on would have been a two-second task. But sticking my hand down a garbage disposal to feel around for and dig out twelve-plus pieces of broken red plastic took more than two seconds.



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