Open your silverware drawer.
Go ahead, open it. Is your silverware telling tales about you?
Okay, before you think I finally fell and hit my head….I just have to say that what people buy and use for silverware speaks volumes about them. It also tells a tale to anyone who opens the drawer and really listens.
We have two silverware drawers. That should tell you something right away but here’s a little hint.
In one drawer, all the silverware matches! Knives, forks, soup spoons, salad forks and teaspoons. All have the same pattern and there are 12 of each. Each piece is nested in its respective slice of the silverware tray. All handles at the bottom; all working bits at the top. This is my husband’s drawer.
In the other drawer, very little matches. There are 3 sterling silver knives, 3 matching sterling silver forks (dubbed clubs by the owner of the other drawer), one sterling silver fork from the Hotel Dupont (don’t ask) and about 15 other, mismatched forks tumbling across the tray.
The teaspoons are even more fun. There are bigger, rounder ones, smaller, sugar spoons, and a spoon I found in a parking lot, all mixed in with one that looks like a shovel and one that weighs so much you’re tired by the time you’re done drinking your tea. My drawer.
So, what does each drawer tell you about its respective owner?
One of us (the same one who insisted we buy a full set of bone china and sterling silver) likes the world to be ordered and organized. The “pattern” found in the silverware draw repeats itself in the owner’s closet – shirts in one row, pants in another, ties on a hanging tie rack and belts on a rack attached to the back wall of the closet. His world has to conform to certain rules and principles. Change has to be broached carefully, discussed quietly, discussed with butter knives at 20 paces then discussed one more time before a decision can be made.
The other person, the one with the eclectic silverware and “favorite” spoons likes a bit of excitement in her life. I actually like chaos – it makes me feel creative. This woman of the wacky silverware drawer likes noise, revels in movement and surrounds herself with music including the songs of nature. Change is what happens just seconds after an idea – smart or stupid – pops into my head.
Sometimes I go to the kitchen, slide open both drawers and smile about the story our silverware tells. Me and my drawer make it possible for my husband to make a change. My husband and his drawer make sure that the my body, our house and the world where we live are safe for us to share.
No matter whose silverware we are wielding, together, we’re unstoppable.