AOJ of The Lurchers is our host this week. And ... um ... this week's goal, apparently, is to abjectly humiliate me in front of God, the internets and everyone. Here is the challenge:
So continuing in the spirit of "being interested in people", I would like to know, or see, what's on, in or under your bedside table! So open those draws and bare your soul to us! Is there anything special there that has a story or a memory that you can tell us about? Books that you keep there to delve into from time to time? Trinkets that you don't know where else to put? Let's see!
OK. So today, I reveal myself as a slob. Complete and total. And a lazy one, too.
Here is my nightstand (and by the way, I actually cleaned this up a smidge so the humiliation factor would be lessened slightly):
This was my first foray into doctoring a photo with type and arrows and such. It's a little small, I think, but if you click on it, it'll biggen and you can see the true depth of my humiliation.
As for what is special there? Well, here is one closeup:
Photos are very important to me. There are tons on my nightstand and the bookshelves and the fireplace mantle ...
But that's too obvious when you talk about what's important to me here. Here's something a little more obtuse:
The overview photo says this is the bank I used to collect change to save money for Roo's bat mitzvah.
However, that's merely the tip of the iceberg for this item.
I have actually had this bank and this "coin-collecting" fetish for about 30 years. Every night, I empty the change out of my pockets into this bank. Periodically, I roll the change up and deposit it in a separate savings account.
With this bank, I saved money for a trip to Israel in 1982 with my first husband. I also have saved my pennies (nickels, dimes, quarters ...) for other special things too, including Z-man's bar mitzvah, with this bank.
I have held onto this bank through five cross-city moves and three husbands. It's a pretty special little thing. Unfortunately, when I photographed the nightstand, the bank's not-so-pretty side was showing -- that is the residue from a sticker that one of my kids stuck on it and later was peeled off.
So there you have it. There's lots of stuff there -- pencils, my old glasses, a couple of necklaces. Even an ice cream dish ... that must have been put there by someone else, because let's not forget, I'm on a fitness binge! One day I'll clean it up a little more.
Or maybe I won't.
But one thing I will do is go visit the rest of the Fun Monday'ers to see if anyone else is as humiliated as I am today!