Six months ago—well, six months and three weeks, so let’s just call it seven months—I committed my first act of minimalism in my house and cleared the clutter from my kitchen. Even as I was doing it, I knew there was more that I could get rid of, but just couldn’t quite bring myself to do more. Plus, the six bins I bought to store all the stuff were full, so that seemed like a good stopping point. This weekend, I commenced Phase Two of the kitchen clean out.
As expected, it didn’t take me very long, maybe 30-40 minutes to gather everything together and take it all down into the basement. I’d been looking at everything almost every day since the Phase One clean out, so I had a pretty good idea of what should stay and what should go.
Hush. I took pictures of everything I’m getting rid of.
No doubt my mother would freak out at all the stuff I want to get rid of. And, I’ll admit, her voice in my head did make me hesitate over some things. When that happened, I reminded myself that I just don’t cook the way she did and I don’t do things the way she did. I did do things her way for a long time, primarily to make her happy and to keep peace in the household, but now, finally, it’s my turn to live my life my way. And that means getting rid of the toaster oven, crock pot, the six extra baking pans, all those muffin tins, and—be honest—who needs that many drinking glasses? And, yes, if you look carefully, you’ll find those nutcrackers I mentioned in my previous post. I’m getting rid of them.
(True fact: my sister Teri arrived in the middle of this process and saw how much I was getting rid of, including the additional drinking glasses. She told me that she has a shelf in her kitchen cabinet filled with all types of souvenir and drinking glasses that she never touches! She told me she’s finally going to get rid of them. I like to think I inspired her decision.)
I still have a few more things I’d like to do in that kitchen, like replace the bookcase/pantry with open shelves, sell the small standing freezer, and replace the microwave with a smaller unit. I plan to complete those tasks within the next six months. Then the kitchen will be complete!
The basement, however, is another story. That’s where I’m storing all the things I want to get rid of, either through donations or the trash. My friend who works at a children’s home will come by somewhere around the end of the month with one of the house mothers to go through all the kitchen stuff. I told her they can take whatever they want. Whatever is left will go to local thrift stores.
Pictures of the basement, or–
Please, Betsy! No one needs to see that horror show.
You said you were going to be honest. You were going to tell all and show all. So show!
I don’t recall saying I was going to tell all and show all.
. . . . .
Oh, okay, fine. Here’s a picture of everything from the kitchen that I’m donating.
And that’s all you need to see.
Next week, Phase Three. The one cabinet I never discussed. The abyss under the sink.