As I was getting ready for work the other morning, my husband, in a supportive and loving way — really it was — commented that maybe I could find room for one more bottle of shampoo in the shower. I tossed an endearing gesture back at him and continued my morning rituals.
It wasn’t until I was in the shower, looking at 6 bottles of shampoo and conditioner, that it hit me in the face — Why for the love of Pete, can’t I throw things away. Yes, I had just brought home some heavenly lavender/mint shampoo from my beautician, and yes, I still had a some in the old bottles I brought home last time — some citrus bouquet I think. But then I noticed I still had dregs in the shampoo and conditioner from the time before last. Ugh, he was right, is there really any reason to keep all those bottles of almost gone products.
I don’t consider myself a packrat, nor living in an episode of hoarders, but I this morning the light went on and I knew that in every drawer and closet I would find almost empty bottles, boxes, makeup containers that I knew I would use up in an emergency. Not only would I find these products, but under my sink I stashed hand and dish soap containers with just enough to cover the bottom of the bottle. Why, why, why?
Is it because I was a baby boomer growing up thinking there would be a nuclear winter and I would need all the shampoo and makeup I could find? Or maybe because I was raised by parents of the Great Depression where butter tubs and bread sacks would save us from starvation? Or could it be that I really just like the experience of opening something new — a new fragrance, a new color — and with one little whiff all of my good intentions of finishing the old things up, I mentally have moved on.
I have no idea why I do this, it pains me however, to throw away anything that is not completely gone — so I guess my solution is just to hide them under the sink until one day my children have to clean it out and put it on a hay rack at our estate auction.