I read recently about news sources linking social media (and home design blogs) to depression, a condition they refer to as “social comparison”. You know, those are the types of bloggers, designers, influencers who have professionally designed, staged, and photographed homes and spaces. My home’s none of those, and usually has dirty dishes in the sink and lots of dog fur piled in the corners… so, since I’m feeling transparent, here’s what was I up to this weekend – making a huge ass mess:
Pete’s apartment lease ended, so he’s moving on in. Sly little happy grin.
The benefit (besides being closer together and I’m not going to bother you with love crap) is that now we have duplicates of appliances and tools and furniture. The problem? Now we have duplicates of appliances and tools and furniture. And cups and bakeware and baking soda and oh my god, we won’t have to buy black peppercorn, like, ever.
All that booze in the background was a pleasant surprise, found in the cabinet above Pete’s fridge (the black hole of cabinets as far as I’m concerned). And what could be bad about having two coffee makers and two juicers and two blenders and two crock pots? It’ll be nice to have a in-house backup for when the first bites the dust (although admittedly the crock pot I inherited is from my parent’s wedding shower 36 years ago so maybe I’ll send that one packing at a garage sale this summer).
And flying pan surplus is good. Pete has one nice frying pan. I have one nice frying pan, but I also had several bad frying pans. We took great pleasure in throwing these older pans which are only describable as “the most sticky-non-stick pans ever” in the trash.
OK, that picture looks like he’s giving me thumbs up for the sticky pans. It was really a thumb-gesture-over-the-shoulder like “youuuu’re out”, so maybe this side view of the pans will show you the grossness that we’re go happy to see go:
(Sidenote, I still freaking LOVE my new camera.)
And you know I mentioned having a garage sale sometime this summer? I’m sure lots of the unnecessary duplicate items will find their way in there, like excess dishes and glasses and cookie sheets and casserole bowls). And even though I’m a book hoarder, we’re also filtering through some of them and planning to pass them on to others:
The bedroom and closet situation is a bigger issue we’re still working on. How does a man who wears the same two t-shirts and two pairs of jeans have so many clothes? And he already cut the inventory in half with a plan to donate to charity. I guess I should do the same.
More to come. Hopefully featuring less mess.