It could always be worse.

I am realizing that Polly Pocket and I are not that different. I am on the hunt for the most compact versions of regular household items to outfit our new fifth wheel. It is all about allocation of space in those things. The smaller the better. As I am making lists I think, “Oh colander…can’t forget a colander.” I go to my kitchen cabinet to find the said colander, but no good. I need something that at full capacity would hold say…about 17 noodles. So I head to my favorite store, Tj Maxx, because I would have thought of a reason to go there anyway I am on the hunt for all things miniature. Today, its kitchen items. I set my radar to anything that looks like it would come with an Easy Bake Oven. Cookie sheet that holds 6 cookies? Done. Tea kettle perfectly proportioned for a toddler? Straight into the cart. Because I have done this before I know the importance of these strategically sized items. As much as it pains me to say, I began to resent my KitchenAid mixer last year after about the 397th time of pulling it out of a trailer cabinet the size of a shoebox.

I don’t even want to think about the coming dark day when I have to choose which clothes and shoes are “necessary” and which are not. Is that even a real thing? It will take me awhile to get back in the groove, but there is something to be said for living simply. I have to remember that it could always be worse.