I'm not an Octopus.

Repeat. I am not an octopus. Gah, that sounds vulgar.

I only have two hands. I can not use 4 spoons at once. I'm sure I could cook one helluva meal if I did though.

The duplicates on cookwear have been tossed. I only kept the stuff I actually used. It just makes so much sense to me now that there is no need for duplicates. There just isn't.

I also went through the dishtowels. Now they all fit nicely in the drawer, whereas before it was spilling out over the top and making way into other spaces.

I reach in now and can easily see what I'm grabbing for. No longer do I have to scrape over what looks like midevil torture devices.

Ah. Space. Ease of task. Breathe. Love.