For a while in my life it was a dream, believe it or not.
This is a picture of the inside of the Davis Cookware store in Nashville, Tennessee. Between 2008 and 2009 I spent a year in Nashville doing my fellowship in clinical medical librarianship at the local hospital. I was only there for a year and didn't have much to do when I wasn't at the hospital. So of course I passed the time enjoying the local shops.
Davis Cookware was and still is my absolute favorite. It's owned by two brothers. When they're not nagging each other they're selling cookware, sharpening knives, peddling gourmet teas and coffees, sharing the local gossip, or trying to find someplace -- any place -- to stuff the next shipment of eclectic cookware into their store. They were hilarious and the store had a lot of, er, character. Take a look for yourself:
|Pictures were taken by Jett Loe, http://www.flickr.com/photos/jettloe/|
It was a treasure hunt for kitchen porn (because you only wish your kitchen looked this good). And even better -- my mother wasn't there spying on me to keep me from throwing anything out. The anti-hoarder in me winced. But at the same time it was oddly comforting because it reminded me of home. Plus -- 100 kinds of tea!!
Point being, I didn't get a lot of souveniers from my stay in Nashville (besides the emotional scars of standing in the trauma bay and being told, "No, we don't have any questions for the librarians because two patients died last night and two are probably going to die today, and there's really no one else left who isn't fine.") The only fun physical reminders of my stay were my Davis Cookware purchases.
There were actually only five of these. One was a teapot that came in a box that one of the Davis brothers's granddaughters had drawn on. I thought that was awesome and made me nostalgic for a time when everyone in town knew who owned the shops in town. The box was a reminder of the store and of a bygone era where everyone knew everyone in town. For the longest time I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it. I was emotionally attached to a cardboard box.
But you know what? When we throw out things, we're not throwing out memories. We're not throwing out feelings. I do miss seeing those two hilarious old guys whenever I need more tea or have to get my knives sharpened. But I don't need a box taking up space to remind me of that experience. You can write down your memories instead of having to keep the object to keep the memory.
If you are determined to keep something because it reminds you of a good experience, check to see if you already own something that you use that fits the bill. My measuring spoons were from Davis Cookware and I use them regularly. So I don't need a box to remind me of the store.
Now what to do with the box? I knew who could enjoy the box more than me. Our gerbils! It was perfect for them to chew on.
|the box complete with artwork|
|Rye gerbil investigates|
|hmmm, this might work|
|he likes it!|
Item 77 - My Davis Cookware teapot box. Gotten for free, now it's now gerbil furniture. I do actually use the teapot that came inside the box.
Total money wasted so far: $947.
(Ironically, when my mom did hop down to Nashville, we visited Davis's Cookware and she had a blast. I'm not even going to begin to psychoanalyze that experience.)