This is basically a pile of crap. All getting tossed.
On the top left are various expired foodstuffs, including cake mix circa 2007. The chicken and rice was a misfire from Trader Hoes, the round jar contains mulling spices which I'm sure keep for a long time, but I think these were transported on the last move, too, so a decade may be a lot to ask. The maraschino cherries are from god knows where. The little foil pan may be a leftover from the days when my only baking option was a toaster oven, so that's more like thirteen years old. The expired jar of oregano is especially pointless since I now grow my own and can have fresh whenever I want, which is practically never.
Moving clockwise is a can of dried paint, of what I suspect is the color of the kitchen in the condo. I'm going to keep the label and toss the can. The three metal cylinders are "new," leftovers from installing my dryer, and exactly the sort of thing I would keep around indefinitely for no particular reason.
Next up is a padded envelope I thought I could reuse. I do reuse and repurpose a lot of mailing material, but this has been with me for a long time without finding application, so it goes.
The stringy bits are my semi-homemade cat leash. When I lived in the studio, I occasionally leashed my cat and took her for walks, which went about as well as you'd expect, but I felt guilty about making her live in such a small space with nothing but a parking lot to look at. I stopped walking her when we moved to a better apartment. Also, that cat died a few months ago. I think about her every single day, and it's not like I'll forget her if I give up the leash.
Left of the leash is a failed knitting experiment. I knitted the sweater, but it was just not right across the top. Since the whole point of knitting my own sweaters is to make things that fit well, I ordered more yarn and started a new one with the intent of adjusting as needed. That was about five years ago. I started the second, and a few weeks ago tried to work on it, but determined I'd made other mistakes and unraveled it. Meanwhile, I washed the one in the photo, which stretched it such that no one on earth could wear it, so it's going, because even if I ever finish the second sweater, I have a clear picture in my head of what was wrong with the first.
Lower left is seriously random:
Lid of paint can of what may be the deck color. The HOA is currently replacing and repainting the decks, so I don't need to know what color it possibly was.
Plastic ring that held Mom's Tupperware measuring spoons, which I threw away years ago
Metal thingy from soft glasses case.
Metal thingy from a collapsing steamer basket. I kept it forever because I wasn't sure what is was. Now that I know and know I don't need it, it can go.
Middle-ish: expired promotional coupon for some product I would never use, more fake nails from a kit I bought for its other contents, a foam block for packing/storing model railroad stuff, and, last but not least, a hair accessory I used to wear, but don't anymore, that is grungy and not really cleanable.
Moving clockwise is a can of dried paint, of what I suspect is the color of the kitchen in the condo. I'm going to keep the label and toss the can. The three metal cylinders are "new," leftovers from installing my dryer, and exactly the sort of thing I would keep around indefinitely for no particular reason.
Next up is a padded envelope I thought I could reuse. I do reuse and repurpose a lot of mailing material, but this has been with me for a long time without finding application, so it goes.
The stringy bits are my semi-homemade cat leash. When I lived in the studio, I occasionally leashed my cat and took her for walks, which went about as well as you'd expect, but I felt guilty about making her live in such a small space with nothing but a parking lot to look at. I stopped walking her when we moved to a better apartment. Also, that cat died a few months ago. I think about her every single day, and it's not like I'll forget her if I give up the leash.
Left of the leash is a failed knitting experiment. I knitted the sweater, but it was just not right across the top. Since the whole point of knitting my own sweaters is to make things that fit well, I ordered more yarn and started a new one with the intent of adjusting as needed. That was about five years ago. I started the second, and a few weeks ago tried to work on it, but determined I'd made other mistakes and unraveled it. Meanwhile, I washed the one in the photo, which stretched it such that no one on earth could wear it, so it's going, because even if I ever finish the second sweater, I have a clear picture in my head of what was wrong with the first.
Lower left is seriously random:
Lid of paint can of what may be the deck color. The HOA is currently replacing and repainting the decks, so I don't need to know what color it possibly was.
Plastic ring that held Mom's Tupperware measuring spoons, which I threw away years ago
Metal thingy from soft glasses case.
Metal thingy from a collapsing steamer basket. I kept it forever because I wasn't sure what is was. Now that I know and know I don't need it, it can go.
Middle-ish: expired promotional coupon for some product I would never use, more fake nails from a kit I bought for its other contents, a foam block for packing/storing model railroad stuff, and, last but not least, a hair accessory I used to wear, but don't anymore, that is grungy and not really cleanable.
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