Co-worker Chris is just done with an extreme makeover of his kitchen. And with that upheaval comes a letting go of various items — a microwave, the odd bar tool and containers, wonderful clay bowls, and a selection of enticing retro wares, from a fabulous wood-grain dish stand to more than one selections of very sweet cup and saucer sets.
I've managed to restrain myself so far from taking anything home, as I'm trying to de-clutter myself.
But those cup and saucers? No way, no how. I'm fundamentally against them.
I'm thinking about this now because of the unseasonal appearance of the fruitcake. (Still here, btw, though 3 of the romance novels are gone.)
Some years back I received one of those Christmas newsletters, and in that letter was this long metaphor-y story about how a friend allowed another friend to keep a coffee mug among all her pretty cups and saucers and how God-like that was.
That intrusive mug person happened to be me, and while my friend was generous in ways that went far beyond shelf space, I believe that if anything, God would be on my side on this one. (Like God gives two hoots.)
First of all, a cup and saucer is two things to wash, wasting valuable resources. Second, there's more refilling with a cup and saucer, therefore taking away precious time I could be helping the poor or blogging.
See? Case closed.