Much Ado Over....Nothing Importnat

I realized when downsizing, I would most likely lose some of my precious kitchen cabinets, perhaps, a closet or two….what I didn’t realize, is that this kitchen? The one in which I’m attempting to find homes for say, anything of use and/or value? Has odd sized cabinets. Oddly small cabinets and drawers. The smallest one piece silverware drawer divider, for example, is HUGE comparatively speaking, to say, the drawer. Now, as I seem to attract all sets of silverware like moths to a flame, I have indeed, a place setting for at least eight, and in some instances, twelve, including things like soup spoons, steak and butter knives…three sizes of forks, long handled iced tea (really, they should call them ice cream) spoons, and believe it or not, grapefruit spoons.

Yes. That’s a lot of spoon options.

Now, I’m stuck with Limited Options in where to STORE said spoons. Not to mention knives, forks, cooking utensils….oh, the dishes look lovely - the ones that I picked up when I returned all that unused really expensive wedding china we got, for which I still had the receipts - seriously. They were in the boxes. They fit quite well in the cabinet. Notice. Lack of “s” after that last word. Cabinet. ONE cabinet can hold glasses and dishes, the other’s, need be designated to hold something (anything really) else - did I mention, there is no pantry? Am I living in Europe? Am I supposed to shop for the Bottomless Pit everyday?

Don’t misunderstand - I adore the condo. It’s cute. It’s quaint. It has mostly hardwood floors, a first floor master, which I’m learning to live with, a finished basement with an office larger than my bedroom, and enough rooms for H to run wild.

But. Damn. The kitchen is only large enough to count as one for the building inspector.

Sadly, I’ll be making yet another trip out to return this last batch of dividers; one can’t just have thier silver flying willy nilly around the drawer! That just won’t do.

I’ve sold most of the furniture, which I’m thrilled about - this whole Starting Fresh is rather liberating. I think? I’m really getting into this whole purge thing while moving. So far, I’ve counted (really, I counted) I’ve unloaded about 49 trash bags full of…..crap, mostly I think….toys, sheets, towels, blankets, clothes, baby stuff, xmas ornaments - anything that remotely reminded me of B is hitting the road.

As 12/5 is our court date, I can only hope that he’ll be hitting the road as well!!