I’m not a hoarder. In my house, trails
don’t meander through stacks of used newspapers, and closets don’t bulge with
clothes from thirty years and thirty pounds ago. But for some reason I form strong attachments to kitchen utensils. I don’t mean to, but you know how
it goes: One day you’re peeling potatoes, and the orange plastic handle on the peeler crumbles
in your hand, and you think, “Wow, I got that peeler for a wedding shower gift
thirty-nine years ago.” Then you think, “The same time I got the avocado green
hand mixer and the harvest gold colander and funnel I’m still using.” You
decide maybe it’s time to update, but, heck, by now your old stuff practically
qualifies as “collectibles.” If you throw it out or donate it to the thrift
store, the next thing you know, you’ll see a reproduction of it selling at
Cracker Barrel for big bucks. Or you’ll see an original version of it selling
at an antique mall for even bigger bucks.
I’ll admit a few years ago I received a nice
set of stainless steel measuring cups and spoons for Christmas. I didn’t throw
out my old ones, though. I figured they’d come in handy if I needed to measure
something and the new ones were in the dishwasher. I figured right. But today
in TJ Maxx I made a tough decision. In a moment of stoic practicality, I
purchased brand new sets of cups and spoons. The old ones are now retired from
service, but I have yet to throw them out. I’ll have to ease into it, comforting
myself with the knowledge that the colander, the funnel, and the mixer are
still on active duty.
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