I should be embarrassed to show you that. It's the cabinet in my center island where I keep aprons, napkins, place mats, dish towels and dish cloths.
Bit of a mess, eh?
So today as a way to keep myself occupied without having to actually do something like mop all of the floors which desperately needed it due to all of the demolition dust, I decided to tidy the cabinet.
I must have twenty aprons. I swear. Fancy aprons, restaurant aprons, homemade aprons, vintage aprons- you name the type of apron and I have it. And quite frankly, I do not know what I plan on doing with all of them. I do wear a few and I hang a few in my kitchen but come on!
And dish towels. Dish towels which I get in Mexico and they last forever and so I have about forty of those, big ones and small ones. Also, jokey ones ("Hey Skinny! Eat a biscuit!") and again, vintage ones.
Dish cloths? I use dish cloths for the most part instead of sponges. People always talk about how germ-ridden their kitchen sponges are. Well, I use a dish cloth for a day or two and then throw it in the bleach load pile. I bleach my sponges too, truthfully. I have a goodly plenty of dish cloths.
And napkins? I buy them at Goodwill and thrift stores. Very few people seem to use cloth napkins but a lot of people either buy them or get them as presents and then, eventually, they donate them and I buy them because I do use them. I must have dozens and dozens of those.
So. I pulled everything out of that cabinet and folded up the aprons and went through the napkins and threw away the polyester ones and put the worn out cotton ones in the rag pile and folded all of them and put them in stacks according to size.
I went through the dish towels and threw the ones not worth keeping into the rag pile too. Same with the dish cloths. The place mats were not very out-of-hand but I did actually throw a few of those away too. And then I put everything back and now it looks like this.
It ain't perfect, but it's better.
And then I did sweep and mop the floors and ignored the white dust which covers everything else. Why bother trying to do something about that before this project is completed? I just could not deal with the floors the way they were though, so that's why they got my attention.
So now I have Superheroes at my house.
"What's your name?" I asked the smaller Superhero on the right as I velcroed the back of his costume.
"Black Panther," he said.
"Oh. Of course," I said, thinking that Black Panthers have certainly changed since I was young.
And then I played some Parcheesi with the Superheroes.
Spider Man and Black Panther found it hilarious that I couldn't get my pawns out of the circle for anything and when I did, I got sent right back AND I kept rolling sixes. Over and over and over again. Meanwhile, they were speeding around the board like little demons. I had forgotten that it takes approximately one human lifetime to finish a game of Parcheesi and luckily Boppy arrived in time to save me from the Eternal Game.
So that's what's going on around here. I'm about to bake some tasty frozen pizzas and call that supper. I don't know if we'll get pancakes in the morning because the boys have to be ready to be picked up a little after nine as Owen has some sort of baseball event.
I'll cook a sweet potato, just in case.
Oh. And Lucy laid another beautiful blue-green egg today of gigantic proportions.
All of the hens are laying except for Miss Camellia who is so old as to be vintage herself.
And I do not mind that at all. She's my sweet old lady and she comes up onto the porch every day for a little handful of cat food and I gladly give it to her.
She was Kathleen's hen and I will tend to her as long as she lives.
Happy Friday, y'all.