The Crazy Suburban Mom: A stange mix of wonder and shame...

Sunday, April 26, 2009

A stange mix of wonder and shame...


I spend a lot of time and emotional energy, decluttering. I love to do it. I love having done it. I love everything about it. Decluttering makes me feel thinner. Weird, I know. But I'm convinced clutter makes my ass look fat....

But I digress...

My family goes to the Jersey shore for a week in the summer and I don't go. I stay home. It's my favorite week. I throw out all the stuff they have accumulated all year.

I've watched tons of decluttering shows and they always say not to throw out other people's stuff but in the ADD-fest that is my family, they are relieved. To be clear, I don't throw out anything with a real emotional attachment (like the 4th grade Hall Monitor patch the person I chose to spend the rest of my life with covets). But for my family, who can't make decisions... who ceases to see clutter once it's been around for 2 hours... who can't seem to find the garbage can in his own bedroom... My Week O' Decluttering is a blessing.

Recently, I had to ask myself if I'd contributed to the clutter with my yard sale/estate sale / thrift store addiction. I promise myself when I get in my car looking for a deal that I will not buy anything because it's a good deal. I promised myself I have to actually need what I get.

I promised.

I found this yard sale the other day and broke my rule. It was a normal garage sale and I only stopped because it was on my way home. Just a normal house... No especially special items... mauve and baby blue 80's paintings... boxes of kids clothes... Happy Meal toys...

I found one thing I wanted (linen kitchen towels, brand new from Williams - Sonoma) and when I was paying the woman took my email because she runs yard sales. So I said, you know what I'm really looking for? Hoping that she would call me if any pyrex came up.... When I told her I was looking to replace my new kitchen stuff with older kitchen stuff she said, Wait, I have something inside. And ran in the house.

I didn't think there would be anything she could bring out that I would want and than she came out with these...



Chantal cookware...  sigh.

Three Cantal Cookware pots, the color of my kitchen (The color of my kitchen!). I sort of melted. She wanted $35 for them and explained that 2 were new and one was used but in good used condition (it was).

And than I did it. What I promised myself I would never do. I bought this cookware because I was never, ever going to find it again. I bought this beautiful Chantal Cookware in Curry (a retired color) that I didn't need and don't have room for and is so nice that I'm afraid to even use it.

I have it out on my stove and everytime I see it I feel a mix of wonder and shame. And I love it so much my heart skips a beat.

So either I will reconcile all this in time... or I will have to stop thrift shopping.

Or maybe I just need a life....

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