Jun 25, 2011

Tea and Time Machines


I suppose a girl should never drink anything for purely nostalgic reasons. Perhaps a more cautious woman wouldn’t have drunk it, but I suppose if I’ve established anything here, it’s that I am not a more cautious woman.


Let me explain.


So, the Gingerbread Cottage has been in a bit of a state for the last, well, seven months or so. When I moved in, I managed to unpack all but about three boxes, which is a lot better than I did in South Central. I arranged the furniture and made my shine and hung artwork and such. I mean, the place was never completely put together, but at the beginning, I got it to the point where it was all clean and organized except three or so boxes in the dining room. Not too shabby. But then, you know, things got shot to hell near the end of first semester and I could barely keep up with work, let alone my house, so the Gingerbread Cottage started to look like it was about one dead cat carcass away from being featured on that show Hoarders.


So now that it’s the summer and I have a bit of time off, I’ve been on a mission to get the place under control. It’s been slow going, but going nonetheless. So I tackled the kitchen first, and as I was cleaning the counter, I noticed that this little late-1960s-floral-print tea tin that I have was leaving a rust ring. You know, because it was starting to rust at the bottom. So, time to get rid of it. But before sticking it in the recycling bin, I opened it up to make sure I left nothing inside.