First world problems

For ten minutes she looked through her closet, dithering. She was not a ditherer by nature, so this was a matter of unusual difficulty. What to wear?

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She could wear the pretty paisley dress, but she’d worn it to the last social event, and probably to the one before that. She could wear the blue, though she could not remember what had led her to choose such an obnoxious shade. The purple was showing snags, the black she had worn for seven or eight seasons, the red was too wintery, the denim was a little tight since the baby, the white and navy had no nursing zipper…

and of course the only good one was in the wash.

10 minutes
+ 12 or 15 pretty dresses
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0 options

There are women the world over who wear anything they got now, minus the dithering. {blush} When she saw the math she was ashamed of herself, and she reached out her hand and grabbed a dress.



When the groceries would not fit in her refrigerator, she decided to take inventory of the jars and bottles that crammed her shelves.

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She had tried to keep them in their proper sphere (the shelves of the refrigerator door), but after too little attention—and some delectable taste-test gifts from business associates—they were engulfing ALL the spheres.

Here is what her inventory looked like.

Jams Dressings Toppings Sauces Other
Black currant

Fig

Hot pepper (x2)

Marmalade

Strawb Jalapeno

Rasp Jalapeno

Cr Romaine

Caesar

French

Russian

Ranch

Bacon ranch

Italian

Roasted garlic &       parmesan

Poppy seed

Caramel (x2)

Chocolate

Spray whip

Creamer

Iced coffee

Soy

Worcestershire

Sw Baby Ray’s

Ketchup

Relish

Mustard

BBQ

Mayo

Sweet chili (x2)

Salsa

Pizza

Kalamata olives

Green olives

Parmesan

Water (x2)

Lime juice

Lemon juice

Cherry soda

Baby dills

Applesauce (x2)

 

Oy vey, she said when she was done.

That’s forty-two items.

So she sat down to blog about it, a judicious first step, and then she crossed out the ones to discard (there were only two and a half. she has issues with throwing away food unless it smells like a distillery, as in the case of the second jar of applesauce—her son took one whiff and swore off alcoholic beverages forever)… and she put a little star beside the ones to use up as soon as possible, and she underlined the ones that would remain as permanent staples. She was pleased to see they should all fit nicely into the shelves of the refrigerator door.

There.

Now her list looked SO much better that she turned from it without a twinge of guilt and went back to reading George Orwell, because when her children are sleeping and it’s 10:30 at night, that’s how she rolls.

Her fridge has not changed, but all in good time.


This story is strictly factual,
New dresses are in progress,
And anyone in the market for jam can stop by.

11 thoughts on “First world problems

  1. I’ve found a kindred spirit! Yes! Cleaning out the fridge(s) today (minus the jam- no gluten or sugar here), quite a few science (or distillery) projects going on in there, dresses are in progress, I’m complaining of nothing to wear and considering those who have one set of clothes. And I often toy with the idea of leaving my husband to sleep while I read but I know I won’t be able to do my duties the next day and he won’t sleep well until I’m in bed. Oh dear! So I look forward to retirement (whenever and whatever that is) when, maybe, I can read all I want…. I love your confessions.

  2. So funny! We all have too many “problems” like this, and what can we do but thank God for them–and eventually, maybe, if we get around to it, discard the excess.

  3. Reading. Ahh. It’s what keeps me from cleaning out fridges, and such inconsequentials, but who’s keeping track?!

  4. Hugs from another lady just up the street with similar first world problems. However, I haven’t even taken that first judicious step. 🙂

  5. Your fridge looks good compared to mine! I have bottles laying cross ways on top of the others just to fit them all in and woe to those who don’t screw the lids on tight before they recline the bottles (drip, drip). I always blame it on the fact that I cook Asian and Mexican and East Indian and Caribbean and American…well, you get the picture. They all take different sauces and pastes. And don’t look in my spice cabinet! My poor daughters have a hard time cooking, trying to sort through and find the right things. One of these days MAYBE I will get it all organized properly!

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