Old Mother Hubbard's Not-So-Bare Cupboard

"Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To give the poor dog a bone:
When she came there,
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none."

So that's the nursery rhyme as we all know it. Here's my version --

Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To give the poor dog a bone:
When she came there,
The cupboard was so crammed full of cups and glasses that there wasn't any room for a bone

And so the poor dog had none.

This photo is a picture of my cups and glasses cabinet. Now seriously, how many cups and glasses do we need? There are only two of us. Occasionally Jayme will come home for a night or two, but certainly she won't need this many! And when Sara and Joe come by, we might use a couple more than normal, but certainly not this many. We aren't that thirsty!

I admit that when we go on vacation or visit a cool place, I like to buy a mug from that place. Even taking that into account, there are just way too many cups, mugs and glasses collected over the years and some just have to go. 

We are making room for Sara and Joe to move in for a bit. Ayup, the nest is being rearranged again. :D This is a good thing and it's the reason I'm looking at this cabinet and going "what the heck." 

I'm proud to say that this cabinet is now completely empty. We've selected those drinking vessels that we like the most ... which, of course, begs the question why do we have favorite cups to drink from? Does the drink of choice taste better from a favorite cup vs. one that has fallen out of favor? I digress.

The cups/glasses/mugs that made the cut now reside in a different cabinet leaving this one open for Sara and Joe.

It's interesting how the simple act of cleaning out one cabinet screams out for more of the same in the rest of the kitchen. Game on.