It highly amuses me, the things that please me.
Or? It pleases me the things that highly amuse me!
When packing to move, assuming one is to unpack in a day or two again, one packs into boxes and bins and carry alls, things that one would not other wise retain if … say… one was to be storing said receptacles of life, for a given period of time more than a few weeks in length. It was with mix of excitement and something bordering embarrassment that I dug out the belongings I at the time deemed worthy enough to keep, store and later ship. Mind you, at the time that I was dutifully wrapping mugs and candle holders in old phone book pages and lovingly then ensconced in fuzzy fleece hats for extra protection, at that time, I was assuming these things were making the long trek with us at the same time as we. Not assuming I would be putting to storage these boxes of the contents of our life. If I had known I would be storing and later having things paid to ship, I might not have kept the tongs, or garlic masher. I might have said adieu to the puzzle mat! But I must say that it does feel more like At Home to again see these things around us. And I must also say that I am ever glad I packed away that soup pot! As now I can again cook for more than 2 servings at a time!
Hurry for old loved mugs I had forgotten existed! And hurry for the shelf life of tea samples that apparently hadn’t expired in the 6 months they were carefully stored away!