Onions in My Flipflops (And Other Problems Caused by Messy Kitchen Counters)

What kinds of things happen when I leave the kitchen counters messy Crazy things.

I was sitting in a meeting.

It’s wasn’t an intense meeting, but it wasn’t a take-your-shoes-off-and-figure-out-what’s-between-them-and-your-feet meeting, either.

As I sat, attempting to concentrate so I wouldn’t be incoherent if called upon to give an opinion, I moved my feet in my flipflops.

Something was wrong.

I’d run out of the house mere minutes before the start of the meeting, slipping on the first pair of flipflops I saw as I left the kitchen. They were silver, and silver matches (almost) anything. In my hurry, I didn’t notice anything wrong.

But as I sat, I felt something. Somethings. Between my feet and the flipflops. Many very small somethings, and I tried to think what they were.

Had I crossed a bed of nails? Pushing the bottom of the shoe up into tiny bumps? Had I left the flipflops outside and the soles bubbled up in the Texas sun?

Surreptitiously, I slid them off and glanced down. Whatever it was was white.

And I still had no idea.

Then, the next morning, as I made lunches, grabbing chips and bags and such from the corner of my kitchen countertop that tends to re-clutter oh-so-easily, I saw a pile of onions. Technically, it was a pile of dehydrated onions, which is why I hadn’t smelled them first.

And that was when I realized the mysterious white stuff in my flipflops had been onions. Onions in my flipflops.

While throwing together dinner in time to eat before I needed to leave for the meeting, I’d searched for onions and grabbed these when I saw them. They were in a pile of stuff, and maybe probably that’s why I didn’t realize the lid wasn’t actually attached.

Onions onions everywhere

Onions went everywhere.

All over the counter, all over the floor.

I did sweep them off the floor and brush them off the counter.

But obviously, I missed a lot.

Kitchen clutter

A whole lot.

For the same reason I missed the fact that the lid wasn’t on them: I couldn’t notice Onion Details in the midst of a big pile of stuff.

That’s what happens when I let this space get/stay cluttered. I don’t see things. I miss obvious clues that cause big messes. I was completely unaware that I’d created an even bigger mess under the main mess. And the new mess made it harder to deal with the main mess when I suddenly realized it was time to tackle this corner again.

But I did it.

I took a whole less-than-five-minutes and threw trash away, moved things to the cabinet below (where they actually go) and:

Decluttered Kitchen Counter

Aaaaaah. Much better. Much easier for onion-spotting, don’t you think?


Various notes:

Don’t use dehydrated onions? They’re awesome. Since we like a little onion flavor but can’t handle chunks of onions, I just sprinkle some into a recipe when it needs onion flavor. And they sit in my cabinet, waiting until I need them without going bad. And they don’t make me cry. If you aren’t sure what I’m talking about, here is my affiliate link to some on Amazon, though I’m not convinced that’s a good price. I think I usually pay about $1 for a regular-spice-sized container.

Don’t understand the egg cartons? Me neither. I think they’re ones Hubby plans to take to work to give to someone who has chickens. I guess he considered this a good spot. It’s not. Hubby, if you’re reading, I put them by your work bag in the dining room. Please don’t ever shove them in this corner again. Your Slob Wife can’t handle it. I love you.

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Time to Go – When the Plate’s Crack Can No Longer Be Pretended Away

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I rock at living in denial.

I loved these dishes I bought at Pier 1 in my first year of marriage. (Or maybe my mom gave them to me. It’s been almost 17 years, y’all.) In the year after I’d received every single piece of the other six sets of dishes I’d included in my bridal registry.

Whatever. I’m no longer in denial about my Dish Issues thankyouverymuch.

Anyway, while I’ve decluttered oh so many plates and bowls, I kept these because they’re white. And white goes with anything. And the little ol’ cracks that were appearing didn’t bother me much. I just told myself they weren’t noticeable.

But then, a biology professor friend said something about cracked plates harboring bacteria. She responded to my horrified look by telling me modern dishwashers probably make them fine. I latched on to that Denial Enabler and kept pretending my cracked dishes were fine.

Until a week or so ago, when Hubby noticed. If Hubby notices, you know it’s bad.

I guess I had been waiting for someone else to make the call, because as soon as he said something I grabbed it and threw it in the trash. I said something like, “Yeah, I’ve been thinking that was getting bad enough to throw away.”

Yay for thinking it. Boo for not doing a thing about it.

But now it’s done.


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It really does just start with clean dishes!

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Dana/Nony here: A story from one of you, who (just like me) never thought something as simple as washing the dishes would have such a huge impact:


Thinking back, when I set out to clean the house, the very first thing was the dishes then it migrated to the kitchen and out from there. My dishes have been clean for over a week now and I have gotten SO much done as a result.

My house FEELS clean even though it’s far from it. If my dishes are clean, I can start with something else when cleaning. It’s amazing and a novel idea. Who knew?

This week, I have gotten a MUCH needed room painted. It has been down to the drywall (complete with original owners writing on the walls) for 3 years now. It’s now PAINTED! I got it done because my dishes were clean. Wow.

I also got ALL of my laundry done on Monday. All in one day for the first time in my life. I told my daughter the washer was closed until Friday so her clothes had better make it down for that last load. Now I’m not behind on laundry.

I got so much done, I relaxed last night for the first time in a while. Now . . . I won’t mention that I was so relaxed that I forgot to cook supper and my 12 year old ate ice cream for supper. Baby steps right?

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