Let me 'splain . . .
My utensil drawer was overflowing recently. Well, not recently. It's full all the time. Let's blame Becky (HI BECKY) for buying me a spatula for my new kitchen a few years ago. She was shocked that I didn't own a legitimate, actual spatula.
Now that I own one, I'm not sure how I got by without one.
Even with a new kitchen with plenty of space, the handles of the utensils were getting stuck and jamming the drawer at times. I thought: Hmm, if only there was a solution for a drawer overflowing with utensils.
I clicked over to Amazon, as one does. There are utensil holders FOR THE COUNTERTOP. I know, I know. This isn't earth shattering. But I've never owned one. When I thought about it, I realized that my mom never owned one either. Come to think of it, my mom's kitchen never had a spatula like the one Becky gave me, only the kind of spatula one uses for flipping pancakes, which is what I owned prior to the Becky gift - the flipping pancakes kind. Are there different names for these two spatula types? Enlighten me.
|Lookie here! It's blue, not black,|
I have a blue island.
Now I feel the need to update
some of my shabby looking utensils
to go with the shiny new holder.
Then I began to recognize the many things that I do in my house, because that's how it was when I was growing up. Happily, some of the 'systems' I grew up with, I've shifted away from. I've compiled a list.
My mom never, ever bought Pam cooking spray. I ONLY decided to purchase some within the last few years. Always just buttered a pan. Life changing.
My mom never had a cleaning lady. She had really neat-freak kids (myself excluded). I know this about her kids, because my kids are the total opposite, and I recognize the difference. Even as the mother to messy kids, I don't have a cleaning lady. For years it was because I couldn't afford it. I might be able to afford it now, but I don't think I can justify it. My delightful children would trash my home in minutes. They'd watch me lose my shit ALL THE TIME, if they spilled on a floor I paid someone to clean, or peed on a floor, or tracked mud on the floor, - well, you get the idea.
My folks never had an ottoman or a coffee table in the family room. We don't either. Remember when I tried convincing Coach that we needed one? We have a coffee table in the living room - in fact, it was my parents' coffee table from their living room. I wouldn't mind updating that room with MY OWN NEWLY PURCHASED FURNITURE. Not a priority.
My mom owned one laundry basket. One. Forever. She had 5 kids. We have at least 7 laundry baskets and it still never seems like it's enough.
My mom never owned a crockpot. I own three. I think they've just grown in popularity. My high school friend told me that her mom wouldn't use a crockpot because she feared her house would burn down while she was at work.
I think I mentioned before how my mom owned one slip to wear under skirts, maybe she had 2. Regardless, we (my two sisters and I) all had to borrow it if we needed a slip. We didn't own one. I assume this is because Target didn't yet exist, There was K-Mart. We didn't wear a slip that often, but if we were all getting dressed up mom would get in a frenzy about it. Money was tight, but certainly not THAT tight. As far as my slip inventory - happily, I don't feel the need to wear a slip with my wardrobe pieces. Except that one dress that I wore in Vancouver when Curly danced and you, my blog friends, advised a slip. So I guess that's another similarity - like my mother, I now own one slip.
I find that I still buy some of the cleaning products that my mom bought when I was a kid. Like COMET. TIDE laundry detergent. And Ivory dish soap. I also use the same face moisturizer as my mother: Oil of Olay. After reading Nicole's recent post about beauty products, I might add a few to the mix.
I won't even go into the food that I serve that my mom wouldn't ever consider preparing. Like peppers. Avocados. Tacos. Chili. I'll stop there, or this will become the longest post ever. Oh, I must mention that I'm less picky in my butter buying. My mom is a great baker. I'm no slouch myself, but my mom goes to great lengths to buy Parkay. I'm more butter/margarine-flexible.
Also food related: we didn't have a microwave when we were growing up - even after they were a thing. My mom doesn't like 'new-fangled' stuff. My sibs and I bought a microwave in like 1987 or so for her for Christmas. FINALLY. Prior to that, my mom heated up leftover meatloaf in a frying pan with tomato sauce. How did we survive?
My sibs were REALLY skinny. My brothers looked malnourished. When I worked at Burger King during high school, my fellow employees (also teens) used to see my family come into the restaurant. My mom always clutching a Whopper coupon in one hand. My BK buds would ask me: So if you guys ever got locked out of the house, does one of you just crawl under the door to unlock it? Wise-asses. I differ from my mom here - my teenagers EAT - like as if they might win something.
My mom almost ALWAYS sported a velour J-Lo-esque jogging suit in the 80s. She was very forward thinking, apparently. We teased her that it was her uniform. I can't say that I've ever owned a velour sweat suit. Look at me, breaking from tradition.
Anyone find themselves falling into the same routines, purchases, or habits as their mothers/or growing up house? Did anyone finally decide to buy themselves a utensil holder only after becoming a card-carrying adult?