Tissues
Everywhere. I hate it when I need a tissue and there isn't one to hand. There's a box on the sofa, one by my computer and, if I've got a cold, one by the bed. And one on my desk at work. Spare boxes live on top of the fridge because I buy them four at a time. I'm not playing when it comes to runny noses.
Medicine
In the cutlery drawer. Mr Z tried to break me of this habit for many years but, in the end, he had to admit it is the best place. In my defence, it is a very wide cutlery drawer. Anything liquid lives with the sauces in the cupboard. There has not yet been an incident of cough mixture on chips.
Plasters
Under the sink.
Nail varnish
I made myself throw most of it away a few years ago because I just get shellac now but a few bottles have crept back in, mostly for toes or shellac chips. We have an old drawer set that I think was originally used for CDs and it lives in there, in the living room, with my shellac remover clips and hair straightener, and a thousand wax melts I am never going to use up.
Winter hats/gloves/accessories
We have a sideboard by the front door and they live in a box in the middle of that. Well, there, or in the pockets of my winter coats.
Scissors
Everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. There are scissors in every room of our house - tell me you're a crafter without telling me you're a crafter. There are a large number of scissors that look suspiciously like they might have come home with me from school but nobody could ever prove it. The most reached-for pair live down the side of my preferred sofa seat.
Tweezers
In the bathroom and in my car: the two places where the light is best on the chin. IYKYK. If you don't - either get into some better light or give it a few more years and then you will.
Slow cooker
This has given me pause. Where is my slow cooker? I think it is under the kitchen cabinets. When we had the kitchen done, I refused to get the kickboard to seal in under the cupboards as I knew the space would be so useful. Father Z warned us the space would just become a 'glory hole' (I sincerely hope he had a different definition in mind than the one I know, don't google it) but I was right, that space is valuable storage. Also there: my jam pan, my collection of bundt tins, Mr Z's curry casserole dish, about 20 bags of bread flour, various other bread flours, our 10kg bag of rice, tinned tomatoes, mango chutney...we really could do with a bigger kitchen but there are only two of us.
Dirty towels
I'm not apologising for this: we use our towels until they need washing and then we wash them. They might live in the washing basket for a day or so first, but probably not. What usually happens is, it's a Saturday, the weather is bright and breezy and I think I will make good use of the drying weather. Or, in the winter, I realise I can't remember when I last used a clean towel and our two bath towels, my hair-drying towel and the bathroom hand towel all go in together.
In general, I feel like our society is massively obsessed with everything being super fresh and I see this as a plot to further capitalism. It's environmentally irresponsible and contributes to shorter life spans in clothes. With the exception of socks and undies, I wash things when they smell or if I have spilled and that is it. If we meet in person, please tell me if you think I have gone nose-blind.
Also wash your things as often as you like, I don't judge in this respect. And if you come and stay with me, I provide clean towels and I wash them after you leave.
Tape measure
As with scissors - pretty much every room in the house. There's one shaped like a cupcake on the desk in front of me. There's one Lenin played with too enthusiastically and broke its retraction, on my dressing table. They are much handier than you might think.
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