Did you make any New Year’s resolutions this year? I made one.
It’s hard to believe now, but I used to be a real slob. I was so messy as a kid that my grandmother even wrote me a poem.
And in elementary school, my second grade teacher asked me, one afternoon, if I’d like help cleaning up my desk, and when I said yes, she dumped the entire contents of it onto the floor. (I still find myself appalled at her attempt to teach me to be tidy. It just seems mean, now.)
Eventually, I learned to love neatness. I guess I’m a little obsessed with it these days. I admit, though, that I can still make a first class mess with the best of them-after baking, or sewing, for example. (For a funny post about my studio, read this.) In general though, I like to run a tight ship.
When it comes to being neat and tidy and organized though, I do have my Achilles heel. My collection of addresses and phone numbers. Slips of paper. Corners torn off envelopes. Random scraps scrawled with numbers, and names. They are everywhere, and nowhere to be found when I need them. It’s become quite the joke in my house.
So this year, I have resolved to find all those bits and pieces of vital information and write them down in one place. I bought myself a cute little vintage red address book, made in 1947, but never used. Waiting all these years to come to my rescue, I think.
As it says in the Forward:
We write the record of our lives on the Scroll of Time. Memories of friends we have made, ecstasies we have lived, and unsullied joys we have felt, through the years, form the pages of the Book of Life.
Lest we forget, we pause from time to time, and turn the pages of this Book to live again past thrills, remember friends, and recall pleasant associations.
Now that’s what I call an address book.
So anyone want to be added to my Christmas card list? Or have me remember a birthday or anniversary perhaps? Want me to know where to reach you day or night?
I’m your gal, because this is one resolution I really hope to keep.
Now, if I could just find my little red book. I know it’s around here somewhere…