Want to know why this photo makes me happy?
These things do not belong in there.
And yet . . . they fit.
Life happened and we needed new floors. Getting new floors meant moving my china cabinet. Moving my china cabinet meant getting my china out of it.
Last summer, I was leaving the country at the time when the first floors were going to be installed, so I wasn’t going to be there to supervise china-cabinet-moving. I probably wouldn’t have risked moving it with the china inside anyway, but I definitely wasn’t going to risk other people moving it without my supervision.
I combined my everyday dishes into two mismatched stacks, and moved my fancy stuff into those safe, unmovable cabinets.
And that was it.
I didn’t have to box anything up.
And when that room ended up being the last one to be re-floored in a long drawwwwnnnn out process, we were just fine with the temporary situation.
All that doesn’t make a very exciting story. BUT, if you know where I was years ago, you know why I was so excited.
I once had cabinets stuffed full of everyday dishes. And counters piled with dirty dishes. At the same time.
And if, back then, I was in this same situation (if . . . since I would avoid this floor-replacing situation), I would not have had a place for my fancy stuff.
I would have moved the plates and cups and gravy boats around or stacked them on the counter and thought mean thoughts about the dishes and myself every time I had to move them. Or I would have had to shove them somewhere where one or three or seven would likely have broken.
So I celebrated. In my heart, and now in the presence of the Internet.
Having room to do what I needed to do when I needed to do it in a way that kept everything safe and everyone sane was a very big deal.
For reference, here’s a photo of all the stuff I moved out of the china cabinet and placed in my kitchen cabinets.
I’m proud of me and jazzed about all the decluttering I’ve done and how it makes life easier.