Kitchenware Hoarding and A Sea of Dishes
May 2, 2013 7:13 am
Updated: May 13, 2013 6:36 am
Maybe hoarding is a harsh word. It occurred to me yesterday as I walked down the hall past the guest bedroom headed toward the kitchen. I had to stop and turn around. The cozy little room that has been a sanctuary to family members and dear friends
is turning into a storage room! Piles and piles of wrapped dishes and cookware items from tag sales, thrift stores, gifts and estate sale picks have landed not only on one side of the bed (the one you can't see from the hall), but at the foot of the bed as
well. Forget the closet. It's already stuffed with Christmas dishware, containers, and the like.
It's been scary to open a cabinet door in the existing kitchen. The shelves have been stacked neatly using every nano-inch of space. The sideboard and china cabinet are already packed to the gills with dishes and items I have inherited or received as
wedding presents (26 years ago). Then there is half of the double car garage piled high with boxes of kitchen items that I will use "some day." And my dear mother's that need to be unpacked. Yet more dishes.
Oh my, have I gone mad?
In the spirit of facing a kitchen remodel, I shall allow this accumulation until all can be put in it's rightful place. My reasoning is this. There
will be room for all of it! Dear God, I hope so. If not, it's going to be one heck of a yard sale. At least so I say. If faced with that decision, how do I choose what to part with?
It's been a good time to start "de-cluttering" since the kitchen is getting redone. Everything needs to be in it's place. Every room, closet, drawer, cabinet. Get rid of what's not been used in over a year (or two, or maybe three). I've had a good run
on it over the past few weeks. Do you ever get so used to things around you that they become benign in nature? Maybe you placed something somewhere as a temporary fix while tidying up, only to find it sitting in the same place a year later with a layer of
dust on it?
Either I've been walking around with blinders on or I am in a state of complete denial. Don't get me wrong. I'm emphatic on order and cleanliness in my home. I'm not one of those people that little men in white coats come to take away. Am I?
I have at least two more months of this. Please wake me when it's all over!