Use it or lose it

 I’ll soon be carting another batch of things off for donation somewhere.

Among them is at least one piece of clothing I was saving for some unknown event that never happened. And as time ticked by, I had either, let’s say, “outgrown” it or it had just plain gone out of style.

          I’m hoping I’m learning to shed that kind of thinking, now with time galloping away into the distance. Instead of “saving” the loop on the back of my robe, I now wantonly hang my robe up as LL Bean intended. I’ve finally realized that if I wear out the loop and it breaks, I’ll probably need a new robe by that time anyway.

 

         When we downsized to move here, I managed to sell (give away, really) two full sets of inherited bone China, but I’m not out of the woods yet.

          Neither son or daughter want these, so we’re now using some of the plates for weekday meals and tossing them in the dishwasher, gold rim be damned.

          I still haven’t completely mended my ways, though. I noticed afterwards that rather than use the semi-new ones, I cooked this morning’s eggs in tins that look as though I’ve had them since the Hoover administration. 

Why? Am I likely to get surprise visitors who will thunder into my kitchen and judge me on how pristine my muffin tins are?

 

BTW:

Baked Ham & Eggs-

Grease muffin tin

Line with thin slice ham   

Top with shredded cheese

Break in one egg

Bake at 400 for 15 minutes