We’ve had problems with rabbits and opossums in our garden and frequently set live traps to catch, then release the animals at a nearby park.
A few summers ago, it had been raining like crazy overnight and a young ‘possum picked that night to enter the trap. Hubby was gone until the next day and I didn’t have the heart to leave the poor thing in the trap because the day was going to be blazing hot.
My sister once looked into my “sewing” room and accused me of being a hoarder. What can I say. Much more than sewing happens in that small room. I can’t help it if the fabric and craft supplies reach to the ceiling! Storage and space are a big problem for a person who likes to try different crafts. There are always more supplies I need!
When I was 4 or 5 years old, I had a vivid, realistic dream that I flushed my little sister down the toilet. More than 40 years later, I still have a clear image of her swirling in the bowl before going down the drain!
One thing often leads to another and another and another in a crafter’s life. A few cardboard boxes, for example, led to doll furniture, which led to doll clothes and who knows what’s next. And the boxes that started it, well, they ended up in the recycling bin.
When I married my husband 29 years ago, he literally came with first-wife baggage.
I didn’t mind using the housewares from my husband’s first marriage. I am, after all, a practical person and appreciated the goods. Over the years, though, most of the things that came with him have disappeared from our household as they wore out or were replaced.