There are a few things on my not-for-me list: sushi, anime, tanning beds, and tchotchkes are four that come to mind. I have no problem dodging the first three. Tchothkes--those little knick-knacks around your home that serve no real purpose other than to collect dust--have a way of cropping up around my home. Exhibit 4,832-b: this little handmade pottery jar that was specially designed for . . . um . . . my clever retorts. Note the sprig of holly etched on the front.
True, I'm full of clever retorts, witty comebacks, and the occasional snarky remark. And I do have a soft spot for things adored with holly. But what was I supposed to dowith this jar? Fill it with my written quips? Rubber bands and binder clips? Grocery and pet store receipts? (Yes, I know that last one doesn't quite rhyme--though it looks like it should. Doesn't it?)
Craigslist to the rescue--again. Yay!
I posted an ad in the free section and got two respondents: one from a guy who had to get something for his friend's birthday tomorrow and wrote "She loves crap! When can I come pick it up?" (Hey, you're not allowed to call it crap. Only I can do that.) And the other respondent was a polite and friendly woman who said she "adored" my clever retorts jar and would be happy to give it a new home. Perfect! This cute, little handmade pot--while not my style--deserved to go to a good home.
What's even better than finding this doodad a new home is that its new owner rode her bike to pick it up--from four or five towns away. Way to cut back on the carbon footprint!
And while I'm bummed that I didn't get to meet its new owner (I love being able to tie a face and a name and a story to my old possessions, if you haven't noticed), I'm delighted to know that this quirky little catch-all (or catch-nothing, as was its case in my home) is sitting pretty on a kitchen counter waaay on the other side of Boston.
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