Bound and Determined
Binders are toys for the obsessive compulsive.
Since I started my postcard obsession a year ago, I’ve been keeping scans of all the cards (well over 100 now!) in a binder, which was getting full. So off I went to Office Depot for a new binder. Thirty dollars later, a couple of new binders and some sleeve protectors in hand, I discovered the domino effect of updating.
Let’s see, the tatty old binder with my knitting patterns…. The manila envelope with my most-used recipes…. A huge red binder with all my poems. Then there was one with notes from a college drawing classes in purple ditto! (If you’re under 50 you have no idea how teachers made copies before Xerox made it easy. Correctly termed “spirit duplicators,” they used a waxy purple mat and alcohol, and the smell of fresh copies gave you a tiny high.)
The coup de grâce: since so many recipes are tiny clippings, labels and cards, I thought it would be nice to use the sheet protectors with little slots for postcards so I could find the small items easily and keep them neater. Clever, right? When I was finished, I discovered the binder was just a bit too wide and/or tall to fit into my cookbook cabinet. So it sits all by itself on top.
I have to wonder: if I’m really OCD, wouldn’t I have all my recipes scanned and organized by now? Yeah, that’ll happen, someday–after I finish three knitting and two needlework projects, publish my next book of poems, do 100 more postcards, refinish my desk and paint the quilt rack in our room to match the rest of the furniture. At least I have a list.