My daughter had given me these pretty wine glasses:
The only place I could think to put them was in this cabinet in here:
But where they are in that picture was where the old Coca-Cola glasses were that someone gave us 13 or 14 years ago. So I moved the coke glasses into the kitchen:
But to do that, I had to box up a bunch of my duck glasses. Yes, I said Duck Glasses. They look like this:
You can add to a very long list this other reason why I am not like other women: I do not have "place settings" or special glassware (except wine and champagne glasses). I suppose I used to have that stuff, because when I was married to my second husband, we used to have dinner parties. But now? Not so much. About five or six years ago, my MIL asked if I needed anything and I said, "We don't really have any glasses." So she gave me a giant box of different sized duck glasses. I was all, hee, hee, what? But we've been using these for years. To me they are so kitschy they are kinda cute. But enough is enough and I boxed them up. Not that Coca-Cola glasses are that much better, but it was time for a change. As for my dinner plates, I use clear glass ones that I either got at Target or a thrift store. I love clear glass plates. It's a childhood memory thing from a friend's house.
The funny thing is that most of the women that I know that actually have nice china do not use it but keep it stored away. I have all sorts of nice wine glasses and we use them. I also have good pots and pans and cooking implements, but the basics like plates and water glasses? Nope. Just random stuff.
But getting back to Jazz's post: They are decluttering to paint their apartment and I was swept up I guess, because besides putting away my gift stuff and reorganizing some cabinets, I also cleaned out my entryway closet, put away my sewing machine, "Miracle-Groed" my flowers and fixed a yard light in the backyard as well as some other general decluttering.
And speaking of fixing that light: I knocked a gross bunch of skin in a traingle shape off of my thumb while I was doing that. I also knocked some skin off of another finger on a different hand as well as clocked both elbows on things and almost broke two dinner plates today. I'm guessing being 48 is going to be the year of being clumsy. Okay, clumsier.