Unfortunately, an ungodly amount of crap crept into this thing while a series of renters lived in my condo, and, I suspect, the movers who packed things up to empty the condo used it as a handy storage location. In any event, I'd been avoiding dealing with it for a couple of years.
In the meantime, I'd done exactly what everyone does when they own something but cannot access it: buy replacements for the parts they Really Needed. To be fair, most of those were purchased while the Kobalt and its contents were three thousand miles away. And it doesn't really hurt to have a hammer, a screw driver, and a few other odds and ends in your desk-equivalent, to save the trip to the basement anyway. I don't feel bad about that.
Anyway, R. and I finally tackled the project. I started doing what I usually do when decluttering, which is pick out what I don't want, but the top drawer had so many loose screws (literally) floating around it (also nails, drywall anchors, half used tubes of super glue, loose razor blades, an xacto knife which had become separated from its cap ...) that I gave up and got everything out to sort on the floor. Fortunately, many of the loose bits were contained in the wooden tray. Small blessings, or possibly the dark side of offering people a place to contain things they really ought to put away somewhere else.
Once out, it made sense to do a little cleaning, and then reload the obviously useful items (the aforementioned screw drivers, hex wrenches, and so forth). I affirmed that the heavy duty staples went with the heavy duty stapler and made sure they nestled next to each other. Some items went to R.'s stash. Some items I insisted go into trash/recycling. Some stuff we negotiated.
The top drawer was the worst, and not by a little. Everything else was bigger in size and therefore less of it, even when the drawers were bigger. There are still a few cords to sort through in the bottom drawer, but the total number of items to move elsewhere in the house was small (the basket, some flashlights, a miniature sewing kit, a hole punch).
Now, instead of a shudder inducing tool chest, it's a _lovely_ tool chest that I want to visit often. Alas, I have no particular projects in mind. But I bet I'll think of something. In the meantime, I have to decide whether I really want to keep tools in my hutch/lateral file/desk replacement next to My Chair, or whether I should move those down to the tool chest. I'm thinking at least the picture hanging equipment can be trusted to move downstairs, but I'll probably keep the screwdriver in the filing cabinet; battery replacements in kids' toys usually involve a screw.
I should also figure out where to put the sewing kit so it travels with me. Altho realistically, I ought to collect the minimalist and miscellaneous sewing gear and come up with a better storage location. Possibly better supplies as well. Hmmm....
Never mind that. I'm trying to avoid the real problem, which is sorting through luggage and figuring out how to get rid of some of it. This looks promising . . .