Separating the Simchos

I was in a household goods store with my mother thumping pot bottoms. And I thought: wow, I’m so lucky I get to do this before being engaged.

Outfitting your own home is fun. Your own place is completely fresh and full of potential. You can handpick every item according to your own particular taste. Your kitchen, you are determined, will not be hampered by outdated infrastructure. So, part crusader, part little girl choosing kitchen set accessories, you march the aisles of gleaming steel, teflon, and silicone. Since you need pretty much everything, there isn’t anything in the household goods store that you can’t examine critically, tilting your head as you furrow your brow, imagining it perched on your counter, or dicing your vegetables, or holding your chicken.

Did I mention? It’s fun!

And getting married is fun too. Mixing the two together is only going to dilute them both. And how unfortunate is that? Joy should be spread for maximum happiness. So I’m glad to have this fun now, separate from the marrying, which I will reserve to enjoy at some nebulous point in the future.

Also, there is one benefit to having to buy everything yourself. You don’t wind up with silicone tray that makes ice cubes shaped like daisies, six separate measuring cup sets, or Great Aunt Bertha’s idea of a beautiful vase.