I remember playing house a few times when I was a kid. I preferred more active games like climbing on the roof and cops and robbers and such but I did play house a few times. It used to make me wonder what my house would indeed one day be like; my own family. It was a nice thought, a warm, desirous feeling of comfort*.
I bought my kids a play kitchen a few years ago. Maybe 3 now. It was a nice one. Well built, all the bells and whistles; large plastic monstrosity. The kids rarely played with it. Especially once I took it outside and it started collecting dust and spiders. I still don’t get how these kids can say they’re mine and not like spiders. Lol. What’s not to like? Spiders are fascinating and super cool. IMO
So anyway. Trying to “KonMari” my life and simplify essentially; minimalize and only keep the parts that make my heart sing. Easier said than done. But it takes effort or at the very least intention. So I put the kitchen up on social media and craigslist. A cute young mom of 4 came all the way from East Gresham for it. I gave this woman a one hour time frame and she was on it. Yes it was a great price for the kitchen which retails for probably 10 times what I sold it for and I included food and accessories; phone, blender, shopping cart and even some fake money. Lol
She was buying it for her 6 year old boy. Don’t ask me why that makes me happy. I told her “it’s not about the money; I could have easily sold it for more (had I cleaned it and taken better photos especially…. lol) but I honestly just want it played with”. We buy our kids all this crap that just sits around unplayed with, filling landfills, wasting resources, for what? A box has served for hours and days and months of entertainment at our house quite well. I’m just saying….. anyway. Hey. I’m part of the problem too. Trying not to be so much though. But whole point is……that
Finding simple pleasures in life sure does make it pleasurable.
In the loving way, not materialistic way.