In bubble wrap hell

It’s Mother’s Day. The weather is fabulous.    Poor me.  I’m indoors, buried in bubble wrap.  Warren and I are in Toronto  packing up our belongings and getting ready to move everything next week to West Lake.  

 We are fighting over everything.  What to keep.  What to throw away.  What I think is garbage, he wants to sell to antique dealers.  Who would buy this old stuff? 

The problems currently lie with our “good” dining room glassware and dishes.  In the single 80’s, both of us enjoyed hosting dinner parties.  Warren was part of a gourmet club.  I guess that is when we accumulated most of our fancy crystal,  bowls and platters.   Times have changed.  We had kids.  Perhaps when we got the cottage our style really took a turn.  We are more of the hamburger on the BBQ type of entertainers now.   When both of our mother’s died we inherited even more formal serving platters and pickle dishes.  It’s madness!    Just because it is Blue Cornflower doesn’t mean I have to keep it.  Does it?   Boxes and boxes of good dishes.  Why?

We haven’t even started on our library.  Is there a limit to the number of books one keeps?  What about DVDs?  Help me!!


About westlakemusings

In 2013 my husband and I retired. We bought an old pre-confederation house out in the country. This blog is about our new world in the country as we explore all of life's possibilities.
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