Sunday, January 8, 2012

A PLACE TO PUT MY STUFF






I realize that I have conveyed all of the woes of combining two adult households, the moving and unpacking until we are all tired of thinking about it. I had decided to stop belaboring the topic. I don’t know a soul who loves such a move, but yesterday a trip to “Wally World” changed our lives. I have two words for all of you who are trying to fit into a smaller abode…. SPACE BAGS.

In the effort to consolidate summer and winter wear and having enough bedding that we could start a bed and breakfast, I had to have a better plan. Having “stuff” in storage seems contradictory to “downsizing” or living economically. I also don’t want to get rid of things that I will have to repurchase. My “acquiring” days for the sake of “acquiring” are long in my past. It doesn’t stop me from pausing through the “blue dish” aisle or fondling a beautiful silk throw pillow. I have the same appreciation; I just don’t have the need to own one of every color. My husband guides me away from the decorator pillow aisle like a “12 step” sponsor as he reminds me of the legacy of pillows we have to leave to the next generations of pillow lovers.

The solution came to me like a prophetic vision… or perhaps from too much web-gazing…. “SPACE BAGS.” I researched the reviews on these magical, new and improved bags. I had tried them over 15 years ago and had mixed results, but these “New” and “Improved” bags seem like a dream come true. Living rurally, convenient shopping is often limited, but as though a gift - like manna from the heavens, I discovered that the local Wal-Mart had just exactly what I was looking for in the way of “SPACE BAGS.” I eagerly joined Randy for a trip to the chain saw store so we could make a second stop to gaze up on these miraculous bags in person. After a bit of searching, low and behold, we found the mystical “SPACE BAGS.” There were so many choices that Randy decided we needed to try a few different shapes and sizes. This was either going to be REALLY GREAT or a somewhat expensive lesson in trusting web reviews. 

I was eager to use the bags. Having SO MUCH “STUFF” the starting point was the challenge, so I closed my eyes and asked the universe to guide me. It took me straight to the chest my father had made in his youth. I filled a bag with summer clothing, sweaters and jammies. I zipped it up and with great anticipation headed straight for the shop vac. I opened the cover and flipped the vacuums switch... The “sucking” began… out with the air. Sure enough, I am now a proud owner of a brick of clothes. It was such a marvel, I went crazy, and started emptying drawers and shelves of seasonal items…. Stashing, Sucking and Stowing seemed to be a theme. Now the chest is full holds six times as much as once called that space home.

The fun has just begun. I will never look at storage, stuff and space in the same way. Space Bags have notably changed our lives; towels used once in a blue moon…. In a “SPACE BAG,” Seasonal bedding… in a “SPACE BAG,” Table linens, “SPACE BAG,” Extra rugs and shower curtains, you have surely figured it out by now… yes, “SPACE BAG.” The ideas are endless! Now, if I could figure out how to put all those extra chairs, tables and lamps in a “SPACE BAG” I would really have my life organized.

With all this success, I couldn’t help but wonder; what if there is a vacuum catastrophe a leak in security? I am not sure what will happen to the house; will it explode like an over filled sandwich bag or will it blow up like the paper lunch bags that we use to fill with air and smack to hear the loud shot. (We obviously, didn’t have the environmental noise pollution that exist today, that we had to manufacture it to entertain ourselves.) One can’t live in the past or the future but in the moment and in this moment, the vacuum seals are secure, the house is becoming organized and all is well in this moment.

What I learned today: 
  • “SPACE BAGS” are a great invention! 
  • Label all “SPACE BAGS” because bricks of “STUFF” all look the same. 
As a very special aside; so you know that Randy honors my appreciation for beautiful things; one of my Christmas gifts was an exquisite purple pillow adorned with fluffy petals, so soft to the touch it makes you dream of horse kisses. It makes me go “ahhhh.”

I Love the Farm
And
I Love Randy



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