The Doldrums

Around here we are definitely experiences a strong case of end-of-the-week doldrums.  The kids are feeling it.  The hubby is feeling it.  Even the dogs are feeling it.  So I thought,  "what better time to explore the jungle that I call my kitchen cabinets?"  No, that's not an exaggeration.  They are a complete mess.  Picture those closet avalanche scenes in any children's movie...that happens to me in my kitchen at least once a week. It really is insane.

Considering the clutter in my cabinets it's really no big surprise that there are items in them that I swear I have never seen before.  This cutting board, for instance, came as a complete surprise to me.

Just to show the world that I'm a complete dork, I fell in love with it.  Most people I know would probably find it really tacky.  I love tacky!  I'm serious.  If it's low-brow, backwoods, nerdy (I'm not talking Star Wars nerdy...I'm talking full-blown, Grandma-chic kind of  nerdy), cheap, country-bumpkin kind of stuff, I'm all over it.  Alright, it's out in the open now, I've officially come out of the closet and announced my shabby style to the world.  So, needless to say, this cutting board has received a place of honor on my kitchen wall.  It's faded, poorly drawn, and I'm pretty sure the chickens are up to something sketchy and those are some of it's best qualities in my eyes.  It has character. 

After sorting through about two cabinets I gave up and moved on to bigger and better things.  Things such as cleaning up some of our empty mason jars.

I have a friend who has never owned a Mason jar.  She actually seems to think they are some sort of impossible to find relic from somewhere around the Civil War era.  This amazes me since I seem to have these things coming out of my ears.  They are taking over my garage, my pantry, my life.  I think they're multiplying when I close the door.  I mean, it's ridiculous.  Now, don't get me wrong, I don't set out to hoard Mason jars.  Most of these came from Gran, or came with the house when we moved into hubby's great aunt's place, or they were snuck in bit by bit by my in-laws.   I've never bought a single Mason jar in my life.  They just seem to find me. 

After spending a full day of sorting through clutter in the garage and kitchen cabinets, and not getting rid of anything, I got online and at the top of my blog roll was a post from Hossboss over at Hoof'n Barrel talking about a declutter challenge and encouraging others to join along.  Divine providence?  Perhaps.  We may soon be seeing a new button on my sidebar.