At some point in a person’s life, you look around your space and go, “Where did all this shit in this room come from?”
I get this feelng every-so-often and that usually results in papers being thrown out, clothes being sorted into “donate,” “give to my aunt,” or “used as rags until they perish” piles, and sending books I no longer have feelings for to the depths of Amazon so someone else can read and buy them.
I was getting that itchy “this pile of crap needs to be organized” feeling not long ago–and it was particular to this pile I’ve had next to my blue recliner (where I’m sitting as I write this; in fact, I do a lot of writing in this chair) on my botton bookshelf. The bottom part of the pile is my “writing archive”–a binder of college stuff, manuscripts, and notebooks–things I’ve worked on that I’m not willing to part with.
In other news, I need a new box for my Playbills: pic.twitter.com/2QZ0kOa6hX
— Michelle A (@SunflowerRei) September 30, 2017
The top of the pile was a purple box in which I kept my Playbills, ticket stubs, and other “See, you leave the house sometimes” paraphernalia.
Well, the box with the Playbills had long ago exploded as I kept putting more things in there and I was looking for a storage option. My friend Jess mentioned that Playbill.com was having a sale on Playbill binders–they are heavy duty binders with plastic archival sleeves meant to keep your Playbills in place, unfaded. The binders I got take about 24 Playbills each.
When you finally get a Playbill binder and you fill it up in ten minutes…and still so many to go! pic.twitter.com/A5faz6EIc5
— Michelle A (@SunflowerRei) March 29, 2018