Archive for March 23rd, 2009

I’ve been Nightstand Tagged


I was nightstand tagged (by A Witches Way) a while back and only just realized it when I was getting to some blog reading. My excuse is that I was naked on an island for a week at the time I was tagged. And then spent the last week getting caught up with things with work and home. And then, getting ready for J to come home for a few weeks. And then we had the the few weeks together. And then I’ve been sick in bed for over a week now.

So, I have been delayed.

But here you go.

My nightstand.

The table is an antique  that actually can pivot flat vertically. Hard to explain. But take my word for it. Kind of like a drop leaf table but the whole damn thing is one leaf…and you slide the thing underneath out and the thing pivots and goes vertical. I guess it was the folding table of the old days.

On it is a lamp my mom gave me that she had made from a cool clay pot. Hanging on it is a necklace that Blue made me in preschool last year.

My jewelry box is next to the lamp. Right out in plain view for robbers to come and steal my grandmother’s jewelry. No sense in hiding it in the closet or under the bed. Just make it easy to be grabbed in an instant. Framed photos of the girls and me. A framed photo of J. A bowl of tiny things like bobby pins, jewelry that I take off at night, lip balm, pencils and trinkets I collect from my bed that the girls leave behind is hidden behind some of the frames. (Just for “hiding clutter’s sake”) (thumb tacks. WTF?) Ah, the bowl, I made in ceramics class in college. But you can’t see it. It’s hidden.

My clock is a cool moonbeam thing from LLBean. It blinks light at first for the alarm and I thought for sure, the thing wouldn’t wake me up. Oh, but it did. J and I have the same experience when the alarm goes off. We dream of flashing lights in our dreams and then we wake up and realizing it is the soft glowing blinking of the alarm clock. Better than the loud blaring that happens if you don’t wake up to the light after ten minutes.

I always have a few books there. I am currently reading my friends’ book, “Bad Cop”. (by Paul Bacon) It’s hilarious. I highly recommend it. He was recently in the NY Times. 

The mirror, well, I have nowhere else to keep the thing. So I just keep it there. I don’t use it. I bought it on Long Island in an antique shop when I was just out of college. I like it. I never use it. But I keep it.

Since I share all, I will add a little story. Something that you can’t see that WOULD be on my nightstand if I lived alone without kids and didn’t have the prospect of my mother stopping by at any time, is some of this.

We like it.

So, the morning J was flying home a few weeks ago, I went to get a new bottle at the market, along with another $150 worth of groceries since I’ve pretty much been eating cereal and toast for the last few months and now it is time to start making meals again for my man.

Anyway, so I stashed it amongst my groceries, not really thinking anything about it.

And then I get in the grocery checkout line, (I know this has happened to many many people) thinking, oh cool, I will get to say hello to Heather! Now, Heather is the checkout lady. She is also a mom at the school. I really dig her, she is pretty cool, as is her husband. She is very sweet, with a childlike quality about her, sort of naive even. 

And then I started putting everything on the belt and half of my cart was unloaded and suddenly realized “I can’t go back!” because MY GOD the KY Intrigue is sitting there on the belt, amongst the English Muffins, yogurt and raw chicken!!!

I just pretended I didn’t know it. She must have pretended to not know it. Or maybe she really didn’t know it.

All I know is that for now on, I am going back to Drugstore.com or shopping for it on the outskirts of town.

Anyway, as a side note, I am now including this photo of my OTHER nightstand. It is on the other side of my bed, which is J’s side. 


Notice, it’s empty.

It used to have a bunch of books in it and a thing that holds rings and girlie lotion and all that.

I recently emptied it.

This is HIS bedside table, for when he comes home.


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