Halfway thru
Leftover Week – just pasta puttanesca and pumpkin soup to go on the dinner front!
Here’s another entry from the deep-freeze of my journals (Feb this year). I hope you enjoy. Perhaps you even identify with me a little?
I cannot read a
home magazine or one of my beloved Ikea catalogs without sooner or later moving
from the couch and into the kitchen in search of a makeover to deliver. Or the
laundry, or the bookshelves. These magazines create an itch to re-arrange and
re-organise and re-style, in my own limited way (since I don’t have a block of
Marseilles savon or artful roll of wallpaper to hand – not at 9.30 at night,
anyway).
This usually
results in re-organising the ingredients in my pantry. Yes, that is my guilty
secret (actually I have worse inclinations, like re-organising my cutlery
drawer or tea towel stash). I decant half empty jars of walnuts into smaller
jars, so the supply looks more substantial (and aesthetically pleasing) and the
shelf space is better used. I transfer things from one container to another,
creating new groupings, like with like. And then I usually label the daylights
out of everything. Yes, I know.
Last week, I was
prompted to re-arrange my baking drawers by the purchase of my new measuring
jug. Because I’d somehow lost my other one (how do you lose a measuring jug?).
Out come shoe boxes, clean and saved for just this kind of re-purposing –
corralling my measuring spoons, scoops, cups and jugs into new and exciting
combinations!
About a month
ago, I also got ruthless with the plastics – the ice cream containers, takeaway
containers, yoghurt pots; the ones with lid and the ones without (however in a
short time they have multiplied again; every time I open the cupboard door I
risk being bonked on the head by a falling container). I sorted thru the salt
and pepper and found a new display spot for them on the bench (the yellow
Twinings tin I kept the salt flakes in was too pretty to hide behind cupboard
doors!).
I get this
wonderfully calm feeling when I stand back and survey the results. When I open
the drawers and doors, or walk back into the room solely to have another peek
at my handiwork (only five minutes after leaving the room. Again - yes, I
know).
There’s this
calm optimism that my life will be better – that I am now a better person. That
life is now smoother, more logical, and more liberated because of this
beautiful underlying structure I have imposed on things. I am fully aware that
I’m thinking that the next day will somehow be better and brighter because of
this magazine-induced frenzy to sort my flour collection.
I chuckle to
myself – I can see thru all of this! And then I think, I really should get back
to my more productive and less OCD hobbies. Like folding my socks just so.
I am totally with you here. There is nothing like sorting out the pantry for sorting out your life. I have a sister-in-law on the other side of the globe and we both agree that organising cupboards (especially in the kitchen) is cathartic. So that makes three of us.
ReplyDeleteAnd you should just see me pack a suitcase!
It's the Virgo in me.
I am enjoying reading through your old blog posts this morning. A great blog.
hey jean, thanks for your lovely comment here!
Deleteoh, i think one of the best parts of a trip away is planning what to take and laying it into the suitcase.
maybe i'm part virgo - i'm Taurean actually, where does that fit? :-)