So project declutter has moved into the storage area of our basement. Not because we're finished sorting through the crap that we have out in the open, but because my husband has ADD and was in the basement looking for a paint brush and got totally distracted by a box that had not been opened in five years and became consumed with the need to GET RID OF whatever was in the box. Because? Freakazoid.
In the box were his deceased mother's dishes. They're lovely. Full set, immaculate condition. They are....Whereas our dishes are...
(Don't mind my supper). I've got a set for 12 of multi-colored (i.e. mix and match) Fiestaware.
Now the question is: do I keep grandma's china? I don't imagine I'll ever use it. But it feels very unsentimental to garage sale or goodwill it. But also feels very anti-declutter to save it in a box just for the sake of saving it. We don't own a china cabinet or anything like that, where we could display it, and frankly it's not really fine china for displaying. It's more like plates, for eating off of, which we already have an abundance of.
PS... I am flabergasted that NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON has asked me for the directions to making a bunny cake. You people have no soul or sense of whimsy. The bunny cake kicks ass. Show some respect.
PSS... Several people did comment about me being married to a therapist. And here's a little insight into what that is like. THIS IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE and happened tonight.
Context: I am watching TV in the den, adjacent to Carlie's room. Tim goes in to tell Carlie goodnight. It's 8:30 pm and she is in bed nice and early to make up for last night's bedtime fail. Now, remember, this is the girl who can't sleep because of her swirling brain.
Carlie: Daddy, who did you see at work today?
Tim: Oh, I saw lots of people.
Carlie: Like who?
Tim: Well, I saw some kids that were having some problems. And I met with one mom who drinks too much alcohol and can't take care of her kids because she drinks too much.
Me: (from the other room) CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE shut the fuck up CHOKE CHOKE
Carlie: (in her head) OH HOLY SHIT, MY MOMMY DRINKS ALCOHOL TOO, I AM TOTALLY GOING TO WAKE UP AND FREAK THE HELL OUT ABOUT THIS AT ABOUT 2 AM.