Stuff

I have some thoughts this morning about 'stuff'. You know the stuff I'm talking about. Stuff like spoons and towels and flashlights and can openers. That kind of stuff. We've been working on trying to put two households into the space of one for several weeks now. This project has it's unique challenges which I'll go into later, but somewhere along the road (over the past few years) my own stuff has accumulated it's OWN stuff! And that makes me crazy and frankly make me feel a bit enslaved. It even makes it hard to breathe! 'Not sure how it all happened, or when, but it definitely has happened. My big crock-pot now has 2 smaller ones; my wooden spoons have multiplied from two to six; the number of junky rubbermaid things with lids snap-ware has doubled; I even found 7 new tubes of mascara when I went to put my 'stuff' in my bathroom drawers. Wow. Ridiculous.

Okay, so one challenge with trying to merge our things is that not only do I have a lot of stuff, some of which is nice stuff, but my honeypie has a bunch of stuff too. We considered giving stuff away as parting gifts at our wedding open house to get rid of it. But, no. That's tacky. So this has got to happen, it's inevitable. We have to find a way to put it together and take our lives back from our stuff. I mean how many snappy containers and whisks do two people need? In trying to decide what to keep and what to toss, we thought we could lay it all out in the backyard and just go "shopping". We'll just pick out the things we like (and have room for) from what we have and say bubbye to the rest of it. Adios. Ciao. Sayonara. Sounds good, no? 

Stuff is important. Even Tom Hanks had Wilson....but, what happens next with our extra stuff is still up in the air. I doubt if it will end up on some exotic beach, but maaaaybeeee. I just want it gone. And soon.

We'll probably start with the kitchen. Keep your fingers crossed for us.