I snapped this weekend. The silverware drawer finally got to me. Something had to go. I decided I’d try an experiment, so I got knives of the THREE different partial sets of silverware and asked Steve to put them in order by which one he liked best to least. I planned to do the same thing, with the hope that we would agree in the middle. Steve looked at his assignment for a minute, then turned and said “This is the only one I really like.” I looked, and was amazed and relieved to see the same one I would have picked.
We emptied the drawer, separated everything by design, and learned that the set we liked has 6 forks, 8 spoons, and 2 knives. Hmmm… In an act of bravery (or desperation), I took the rejects to work where they desperately needed some new options. It also prevented me from being a weenie and keeping silverware I don’t like any more just so we can have enough. This decision, oddly enough, has had the benefit of forcing me to wash the dishes immediately after I use them. (That’s never been a problem, has it?)
But there is another benefit that I’m enjoying even more.
What I noticed when I looked in the drawer was how uncluttered it looked. There weren’t any decisions to make about which design I wanted to eat with today. The slots in the silverware holder weren’t piled high. It was simpler, almost soothing to look at.
We will eventually get around to buying a new set that we both like, but I’m guessing it won’t be a set for 12!