The Case of the Missing Crockpot

This morning I just lost it.

I have been looking for my Crockpot since yesterday. It’s not in the pantry with the rest of the “occasional” appliances. It’s not in the cupboards. So I started prowling through the kitchen island.

I know I’ve been on a tear to give things to Salvation Army, but I got rid of the humongous Crockpot and saved the little round one for me. Except that it’s missing in action.

Cue the “lost it” part.

I realized that I needed to be more organized. I’ve started a new way of eating which has resulted in a complete lifestyle change – more cooking, more preparation – that sort of thing. Lots of spices. Nothing is arranged the way it should be.

This morning I started organizing the spices, then moved on to the pantry. I stopped myself from doing anything more because I hadn’t written yet. Job One is writing. However, the mystery is driving me nuts. I even went back to my last donation and checked the list to make sure the Crockpot wasn’t on it.

Is there such a thing as a Crockpot thief? Someone who crept into my house and only made off with a ten year old appliance?

I’m ready to ORGANIZE as soon as I hit my writing quota. That means under the sink, in the island, and all the cupboards again.

Who knows? I might even find the Crockpot.

Do you ever lose things like that?

8 thoughts on “The Case of the Missing Crockpot”

  1. There is one thing I misplaced right before Christmas–I know I didn’t throw it out–and I still can’t find it.

  2. My baking things…sheets, pans, cake pans, and such. They never seem to be where they’re supposed to be. I had the best cake pans. They had this little metal piece that you spun the circumference of the pan after the cake had cooled a bit and it allowed them to pop right out of the pan onto the cooling rack. I haven’t been able to find them in years. I suspect they’re packed away with all my other stuff after the divorce. Frustrating.
    I hope you find your crockpot. It has to be there…somewhere. 🙂

  3. It happens to me all the time. I put things in a safe place and the place is so safe even I can’t find it. lol I also agree with Diane, I find things in a place I have already looked. I do think ghosts are playing tricks on us and laughing.

  4. I think this is the norm. How many times have we pushed an item aside looking for it? Yet it seems it is starring you in the face the whole time. There is a box in my coat closet that has been there since we moved here in 2005. Have no idea what’s in it. Think to get it down to see but needs step stool to reach it. Then close door and forget to get the step stool until next time. (Probably has everything we have looked for all this time.). Oh well, maybe another day. 😀

  5. Years ago, my grandmother gave me a lovely painted tray. I loved it. It was one of my treasures.

    I used to collect tins…product tins….advertising tins…decorative tins….Christmas tins. You get the picture.

    I am trying to get rid of things that no one wants but me. When I die, I would prefer that my kids not have to back a truck up, tilt my house and get rid of stuff.

    But, I digress…

    I took several boxes of tins to the Goodwill store. I then decided I would fill in some of those shelves with other things I love. I looked for the tray. I looked for the tray. And as time went on, I figured someone had come in and stolen one thing – my tray. I am shocked that you have that same strange idea.

    Guess what. When I went to my antique trunk, to get throw pillows out to change from winter to summer, I found the tray. I also found quite a few tins I had not remembered.

    I surrendered. Not only am I losing my mind, but I am not taking another box of tins to Goodwill. I arranged what I had left on some shelves, but at least the closet under the stairs no longer has several boxes of tins.

    So, I reckon the moral of the story is, if you have a house bigger than a bread box, you can put something away and forget where it is and eventually find it in the last place you look.

  6. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked & looked & looked for something and couldn’t find it. Then after I’ve stopped looking, I see it – often someplace I’ve already looked. I blame it on Poltergeists!

  7. During our downsizing move I seem to have lost my grandson’s Easter basket, grass, and all of the plastic eggs that go with it! So I ventured out yesterday morning to Walmart (I didn’t purchase anything when I was there last week because I knew I had a sizeable stash of items) to buy grass. I then had to scrounge around the house and look for a basket, too. Due to the move, I was just getting over feeling disorganized all the time, too. On my way out the door I reminded my husband that I would locate all of those “lost” items in the near future. I give it a week and then I will have nearly as much as Walmart!

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