A Drawer of One’s Own

Will and I met in college. We both had single rooms, but my dorm was in the middle of campus and full of freshmen, while his was on the edge nearest town and full of upperclassmen who mainly kept to themselves. Needless to say, during the semester that we were shacked up we mainly slept (and didn’t sleep, if you know what I mean) in his room. At some point after I’d stayed over several times and we’d determined (without really talking about it because if you talk about it, it might be real and that would not do) that our little affair was likely to continue, Will offered me a drawer. His room had a strange little built-in closet/dresser thingy, and he offered me a drawer.

I believe I said no. Possibly because his previous girlfriend had a drawer and I was not very happy with the way she had unceremoniously dumped him before we met but was spending all of her time trying to regain his affections now that he was sleeping with me. (I could say so much more about that, but this is not about her.) Or more likely because having my own drawer would make it real and that would not do.

Time passed. We moved in together. We both had all the drawers we wanted. (Actually, that is not true; there are never enough drawers.) Sam came along. We gave him some drawer space. We rearranged and rearranged and mostly figured out where to keep things like t-shirts and socks and diapers and all of that.

And now we are having another baby. Today I pulled out some storage bags from under the bed and went through all of the outgrown baby clothes that we kept.


(If you click on the photo, you’ll go to Flickr where there everything is labeled.)

After I’d sorted it all by size, I put everything 6 months to 2 years back under the bed and then I gave the baby its own drawer. And now the dresser that is mainly Sam’s (which is an antique cherry dresser that belonged to my great-grandmother) has a drawer full of newborn and 0-3 month clothing, along with a pile of bibs and socks of indeterminate size.

I have not gone through the diapers yet, partly because we do not yet have anywhere to put them and partly because most of the infant sizes were either worn out or loaned to friends. But I will do that next. Because there might be five whole months to go, but something tells me it will fly by in no time.

And now everyone in the family has at least one drawer.

5 thoughts on “A Drawer of One’s Own

  1. Jess

    August 2, 2009 at 3:33pm

    I guess that means this one can stay, then :D.

  2. Annika

    August 2, 2009 at 6:20pm

    Well, we need someone to put all these clothes on.

  3. K

    August 2, 2009 at 8:07pm

    Like, all at the same time? Cuz I saw that on Friends once. I can’t say it worked out all that well though :)

  4. amie

    August 3, 2009 at 7:10am

    So the nesting begins. So excited for your growing family!

  5. KS

    August 5, 2009 at 5:42pm

    Wow, I now feel totally inadequate. I’m almost in any-day-now time and my newborn clothes are still in boxes. But I WILL conquer this laundry situation an I WILL have clothes ready for this baby when it comes. And a name…I hope.

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