Desultor

I don’t usually do silverware in the bottom part, but hey!

Note the dishes. I would gladly suppress the evidence provided by them of my lack of diligence in photographing the fruits of my labor, were my shame and displeasure in these shortcomings not dwarfed by my admiration of this pretty cat, and my desire that others see her.

The full dish-load is, alas, undocumented, its memory eroded to flinders by the sandy wind of time. We can speculate that there were probably more plates on the top left, and could reasonably guess at pint-type glasses at the bottom left.

But these can only be guesses. There might well have been cutting boards on the top left! Cookie sheets! Perhaps rather than planar objects, the space was filled in devil-may-care manner with a popcorn bowl and something to nest it on? We will never know.

I think this must be every plate. It’s a pretty cool idea to put the mixing bowl down below — I gotta remember that one. If I’d really had balls I’d’ve snuck a couple little things under it — given the crazy plate situation, there must still have been plenty more dishes to do when I finished this load!

Plates to the right of the bowls?! It sounds crazy, but that little trick was what enabled me to maintain stability with a world-record load of silverware!

Careful, Desi: that French press looks pretty fragile!