OK- so this post is both a great idea and a wonderful story, so make sure to keep reading. First a brief history:
My husband is a bit of a hoarder. I am a chucker who hates clutter. It makes life interesting. Co-workers who see my office, make no comment. He’ll try and save every magazine while I go around throwing them out. Then he goes THROUGH THE GARBAGE Y’ALL, and will take them and hide them. Then I’ll find them later. That’s important to the story.
After my little basement reno, I was left with an ugly wooden trunk. It didn’t look so bad with the old ugly basement, but now it wouldn’t do. I had to keep it thou, because I sometimes would use it for laundry, or to sit while I chatted with the kids or waited for the bathroom.
So I dug out the extra paint that I used for the stairs, painted it, it took 10 minutes, then took foam that I got from Walmart, it cost $5, and then I secured some really fun graphic to it with…wait for it…a hot glue gun (see, I’m pretty lazy), and I have a terrific transformation.
Then I took some old pillows…
And covered them with matching fabric.
Not bad for $5 and 15 minutes
Honestly, we’ve had this trunk in our basement ever since we moved to this house. I’ve never known what was in it. Quite frankly, I’ve never cared. But I thought I should open it for two reasons, 1- so I didn’t paint it shut, and 2- incase David was ever accused of murder and the evidence stored in this trunk. I thought it be suspicious to say, “Officer, honestly, it’s been under my noes for 5 years, I even painted it, and I had no idea what was inside.”
I went to David and innocently asked if he could unlock it. He gave me a weird look. Then, I demanded that he open it…now. He got up and went to the trunk and lifted the top very easily and said, “Tina, this trunk doesn’t lock. Are you that weak? Don’t you work out? You really are a candidate for osteoporosis.”
What I found in the trunk…was surprising!
And I was certain that in our 10 years of marriage that he was all out of surprises.
On the top of the trunk were all the kids yearbooks since they’ve started school…and the CD’s from all their Christmas concerts…
And certificates from their accomplishments, and even drawings and homework.
I dug deeper and found my certificates…and graduation program…I had no idea where it came from…then all his yearbooks, certificates, and pictures from his youth. I dug deeper and found the program from his mothers funeral…lots of sentimental things, including these Christmas cards that his parents sent out when he was a child, even as a baby.
I was so touched and honestly surprised that he took the effort to save all these things for our boys and grateful of his hoarding tendencies.
These things are important. I loved looking at them and I’m glad he saved them. Can you all please remind me, when next week, I write a post where I complain about him, that he really is terrific, and I am really very lucky.