This feels a lot like True Confessions. The following are the first (well, first-ish) victims of the great purge.
1) I attribute most of this selection to the Magpie Syndrome. You know, a bright, shiny object pops up and you lose your mind. So it goes with the Crocs. Though, they are not bright nor are they shiny. Nor do they fit well or do anything to jazz up my wardrobe. M/W size 6/8, if anyone is looking for a pair....
2) Not all things should be purchased online. At 4 AM. This manicure kit looked more like something Edward Scissorhands would pull out than what I had in mind...
3) This Anchor Hocking covered dish protected my cheese stash for years. Then I moved into this house with its confined (and not-too-useful-in-my-book) side/by/side fridge. It was too commodious so off it goes. It has already found a new home, thanks to Facebook.
4) I have dragged this adorable but amazingly difficult to fill rabbit eared salt mill around for decades. Time for it to go.
5) A potato ricer. Really? And I needed it .... why? It is another example of my weakness for kitchen implements. It is a very nice, sturdy tool but I mash my taters with an ancient masher and I ain't going to change. No how.
6) How many kitchen thermometers does one need? Not as many as I have in my kitchen gizmo drawer, that's for sure. A nice thermometer but I don't use it.
7) I love this spiral cutter, but I got a new one for Christmas and I am afraid she (who will go unnamed and who never sets a foot in my house) will notice if I am using a different one. Guilt strikes again. These things are so cool and I am sure it will ease the burden of someone's zucchini bumper crop.