To some people the stack of utilitarian containers under fluorescent lights wouldn’t look like much. I immediately pictured my kitchen cabinets, their contents tidily tucked in rows upon rows of those clear shoebox storage containers. It was a Pottery Barn-inspired fantasy and nothing could dim my daydream, especially not when the boxes were $1.19 each. One dollar and nineteen cents! $1.19! Bargain!
I bought ten of them.
Friday morning I cleared this cabinet.
This would be the baking cabinet. Measuring cups, vanilla, cinnamon, cloves, three sets of mixing bowls, miniature tart pans, vanilla bean, candied ginger, twee sets of miniature cookie cutters, soufflé cups, sprinkles, umpteen sets of tart pans that I rarely use yet can’t get rid of – they’re so pretty, sprinkles, cupcake holders, sprinkles, cupcake holders, eight springform pans, sprinkles.
A closeup of the insanity.
Makes you twitch, doesn't it, all the stuff piled in there jumbled together?
I pulled everything out.
That is a heckuva lot of stuff. All of it wouldn’t fit in the picture, I’m saying.
I got rid of very little. Nothing, actually, now that I think of it. I found a box of cookie stamps from Williams-Sonoma. They’re for pressing holiday patterns – a gingerbread man, bell, holly – into shortbread. At some point I apparently found them necessary for life and bought them. I’m at least 99% positive I’ve never used them, ever, which means I’ve packed them up and moved them probably four times. Maybe this year, right?
I did what the perky, bright-eyed experts on HGTV do when they show up at someone’s house to organize: I sorted and grouped like items together.
I had a box for fall/Halloween/harvest and a box for everyday/birthday/holidays. A box of baking chocolates, a box of baking spices. Everything fit.
Sweet, sweet order.
This makes me uncommonly happy.
It’s a good thing I didn’t get my label maker involved; that may have tipped me right over into giddy hysteria.