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adrian_turtle) wrote2020-04-17 10:23 am
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a cup of clutter
For many years, I've been using the same old set of white plastic measuring cups. The measurements are marked on the handles in raised letters, white on white, and somehow they've gotten harder to read over the years. It's weird, because the cups are discolored enough that there's now a little color contrast when there used to be none at all. But my eyes have deteriorated enough that I find myself confusing the 1/3 and the 1/2 cup measures. Then I have to re-calculate the proportions in the middle, which means extra spoons. (Literally. And dishwashing. And feeling like an idiot.)
So, finally, I bought nice new measuring cups this winter! I saved them for Passover, thinking I would carefully clean my kitchen and change over all the dishes and bake nice things that would be kosher for Passover*. And then after the holiday, I could use them for regular flour and such. (Let next Passover worry about itself.) As it happened, last week I didn't feel like baking anything more complicated than a potato, which does not require measuring cups.
This morning I rearranged my kitchen to the configuration it has 51 weeks a year, with the Passover dishes in the cabinet I can't reach. I put the new measuring cups in the drawer by the sink, and looked at the old measuring cups. Should I throw them away? Maybe I should keep them. Sometimes it's useful to have 2 measuring cups the same size and use one for wet and one for dry. But the old ones are hard for me to use, which means they don't work very well. But it's not like they really don't work. I can use them for backup if I need to...
This, THIS, is why my apartment is so cluttered. This, in a nutshell (or at least nested in a measuring cup), is why I can't get rid of anything. It worries me.
*The rigor of my kitchen-cleaning and dishes-changing varies from year to year. This year was very sloppy. Oh well. Nobody who cares eats from my kitchen during Passover.
So, finally, I bought nice new measuring cups this winter! I saved them for Passover, thinking I would carefully clean my kitchen and change over all the dishes and bake nice things that would be kosher for Passover*. And then after the holiday, I could use them for regular flour and such. (Let next Passover worry about itself.) As it happened, last week I didn't feel like baking anything more complicated than a potato, which does not require measuring cups.
This morning I rearranged my kitchen to the configuration it has 51 weeks a year, with the Passover dishes in the cabinet I can't reach. I put the new measuring cups in the drawer by the sink, and looked at the old measuring cups. Should I throw them away? Maybe I should keep them. Sometimes it's useful to have 2 measuring cups the same size and use one for wet and one for dry. But the old ones are hard for me to use, which means they don't work very well. But it's not like they really don't work. I can use them for backup if I need to...
This, THIS, is why my apartment is so cluttered. This, in a nutshell (or at least nested in a measuring cup), is why I can't get rid of anything. It worries me.
*The rigor of my kitchen-cleaning and dishes-changing varies from year to year. This year was very sloppy. Oh well. Nobody who cares eats from my kitchen during Passover.
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And yes, you should get rid of them (not that I'm very good at this either).
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Have you considered taking a Sharpie marker and going over the raised letters with it?
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I go through the same mental process, which is why MY house is so cluttered.
The kitchen drawers are overfull, which is difficult, but somehow it's the uncertainty that's more difficult. So it's nice to know I'm not the only one.
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Your apartment probably doesn't have an attic, but a box under the bed -- or something like that -- could probably serve a similar function. And if a year is too short, it could be two years or three or five. Put a post-it note on the item with the date that it went in the box, and once a year, give away whichever things are still in the box whose post-its show they're past the keep time that you've set.
Of course, this works for me because Norman is there encouraging me to part with stuff; I don't know how it goes if you have to be your own encourager. :-)
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One piece of advice that turns up a lot about decluttering is that you should get the stuff out the door after deciding to get rid of it. Don't keep it around for ages and second-guess yourself. But now (thinking about stuff other than little plastic measuring cups) the thrift stores are closed. There's just the box of "I should get rid of it when conditions permit" cluttering up the living room until I tidy up and reshelve the books...
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We won't go into how I found stuff at Parenthome that I know perfectly well I told my mom to donate. It got there eventually, that's what counts, and now it's even vintage as opposed to just old!
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P.
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I am fortunate to have a large set of matching flatware, that includes 18 iced-tea spoons. Each one holds an actual teaspoon, but unlike a measuring-spoon teaspoon it's narrow enough to fit into the top of a spice jar. It took me surprisingly little practice to learn how to measure out a half-teaspoon or quarter-teaspoon of salt with them. But if I didn't have those I'm sure I'd fret about measuring spoons as well because the plastic ones are such a pain to keep track of and wash.
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I can't think of anything better than a spoon either. A plastic straw? The spoon is probably better than that. Not everybody really cottons to the analogy, is the problem, but I wonder if that was once true for other items on the plate as well.
P.
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