Home is Where Your Pots Are

Mark pointed out the other day, that I keep my tea towels in the pot drawer. This never really bothered me until yesterday. Mark bought a toaster oven at Canadian Tire and we were rearranging the kitchen. We got it kinda how we wanted and I told him that I'd really fix the kitchen today. So after he left for fishing, I took all the stuff out of the drawers and totally rearranged the kitchen. I put the pots in the pot drawer and I put all the baking supplies and put them somewhere else and took all the tea towels and put them in a other spot. Then I realized that I hated it. Really hated it. Everything was scattered around the kitchen and nothing was together. I got so mad. I never should have touched it. I was so frustrated and sat down in the middle of the kitchen. Then Dee Dee walked over and put her head in my lap. And I realized that the dog doesn't care where the pots go and I know Mark doesn't either. Besides, it's my kitchen. I can put the tea towels in the pot drawer if I darn well like. So I did. I did end up moving a few things around but it's pretty much back to how it was before. And I like it that way. As soon as I started putting things back to where they were, I started feeling better.

This brought back memories of moving into the house. I remember trying to decide where to put stuff, especially in the kitchen and having my mom and mark's mom both trying their best to give me advice. And bless them, I did take some of their suggestions. But I remember very clearly thinking "Shut up Emily, don't say anything. You can change it later." I think it was over the tea towels too. I think there are drawers made especially for pots and tea towels and it may just be a crime to put things in the wrong drawers. So arrest me. But you'll have to find me first!