the story that gave me(lisa) the idea.

i want to begin this by saying i love whitney. she's fun, she's goofy, she's VERY optimistic about pretty days, life in general, and her dogs. we are just not of the same cloth.

whitney and i have very different viewpoints about clutter.

when we first moved in, we tried to get the place into as much order as possible. me and courtney thought it looked good for what we had but whitney had other ideas.

one day, i was coming home from quite a long day at work. it was friday. i was tired. whitney was home, making her dinner. i can't recall what she was eating but she used her yellow le creuset pot. i was sitting on the chair next to the counter on my computer and she was still eating. she chatted and i pretended to listen. then i heard her mumble something about clutter and cabinets.

pause: now let me say, again, that we have a pretty big kitchen and lots of cabinet space. from my viewpoint, i thought we were golden. we had plenty of cookware that we would need at some point in our lives. we didn't need to get rid of anything.

resume: i hear whitney saying, "i'm just gonna take these back home to grandma's house." i've always been told i have selective hearing and i one hundred percent agree. i am not going to deny. i was too busy checking all my blogs on my computer to listen to what whitney was actually saying; however, i did look up right as she was walking out of the house with.....a big cooking pot(mainly for cooking pasta, potatoes, boiling chicken and i believe a medium sized sauce pan.

i was dumfounded. it was too late. she was already out the door and her mind was already made. i kept thinking, 'what brought this on? we've been living here for a month and now this "clutter" bothers her? but why? we need those pots.' and then i realized......she cooked. she used a saucepan, saw the clutter, and told the clutter that she would defeat it. she has never learned that i was disappointed that she gave back those pots until she reads this.

i'm going to counterpost this clutter story with a totally legitimate 'there is clutter here and this ought not to be' story.

whitney loves jars. she loves jars so much that there are clean jars in the dishwasher on a frequent basis. it's a little out of control. she got it from big frank.

i came home from the grocery store one day and proceeded to put up my purchases. as i was attempting to put the milk in the top shelf, i found that there was no room for the milk. this couldn't be because all we had was the old milk, orange juice, and cranberry juice. i finally realized there had to have been something back there hindering the space. as i push through the juices, i see that whitney caroline has empty, clean jars in the back of the refrigerator. AND THESE ARE BIG JARS. we're talking tall and about as wide as an average pickle jar. TWO JARS.

apparently her explanation was she likes the jars to be cold when she puts fruit in them.