1- Handmade oven rack puller thingys. I like to do my part in perpetuating budding entrepreneurs, but I really, honestly, never used these. I am in lurve with my pot holders.
2- I don't know if this was a total cop-out but, after much angst on the possibility of sending these to a landfill, I rationalized that they are biodegradable and then put them on freecycle. One is always hopeful.
3- Cute set that I saved from the landfill. Honestly, they are too small for my windowsill herb needs. There has to be SOMEONE who will love them and bring them home.
4- Small enameled round box (is it still considered a box if it's round?) made in China and from China. Bad mojo memories.
5- LOTS of angst on this one. I have, however, seen and re-seen every episode of Murder She Wrote to the point that I can no longer be surprised at whodunit. All 12 seasons, too. It's now part of the semi-local library where I can go borrow one if I get desperate.
6- Kirk Stieff pewter hollowware S&P shakers. I'm out of collector mode - perhaps someone is not.
7- Ah, what a love/hate relationship is wrapped up with this item. This is the third microwave I've owned in 10 years. I give them up, then break down and get another. Then give it up, etc. However, I did an experiment with this one - I unplugged it and counted how many times I plugged it in to use it over a period of six months. Twice. I am strong. I have a large supply of BGPs (as opposed to large BGPs...) I can do it.
Of course, you know what happened. Once I removed it from my mind and my counter, I promptly forgot to thaw the dogs' frozen raw food and immediately thought...you got it. Three pairs of BGPs and I (wo)manned up and made them a cheese and ham omelet.
I. Am. Strong. (ish)