Note that I have gotten way off topic once again and you don't have to read all of this stuff.
I have an Instant Pot - I bought it to replace the crockpot, the pressure cooker, and the rice cooker. I was not counting on my daughter replacing the rice cooker and buying a bunch of stuff for the kitchen. And guess how often we are going to use the juicer. Of course, my kitchen had everything under the sun in it, including a nifty 10" deep sink. The sink was perfect for hiding a few unwashed dishes -- I had to stand in front of it to see them.
I formerly owned a George Foreman grill, two waffle makers, and a lousy toaster oven, a convection oven that sat on the counter and was never used, not even once. The other items were used once. I still own a pressure canner and a microscope. I plan to give the canner to St. Vincent de Paul's thrift shop. I will never can again. I practically became a tomato farmer and spent a full week canning them. The end result was delicious, but I can't see doing that again. Canning is hard work.
I got rid of my Santa Claus collection once the kids outgrew their fascination with it. I probably had 30 Santas, including a cool life-sized one that played music. I have a friend who has over 600 Santas, and 5 artificial trees that she decorates and puts out every year. Kids who visit her love it. It makes me slightly anxious, thinking about having to haul out, set up, and re-pack all the clutter. It reminds me of the days when my kids were young, and I used to wrap the kitchen cabinet doors in wrapping paper with bows on it. Christmas was a lot more work back then, and you what, I miss that. Having kids who have outgrown toys in favor of tiny expensive things, is not as much fun.
I used to have a lot of knitting stuff. Of course, since I was learning to knit, that is a lot of stuff. Well, it lasted 5 hours of total frustration, so I gave it to St. Vincent de Paul. I think knitting isn't my thing because, along with seemingly having no fine motor skills (while at that task), I was disappointed to find out I couldn't both knit and do something else because I had to look at the knitting the whole time. So my daughter bought me a set of huge knitting needs and some yarn to practice with. Bless her heart, it's in the right place. She is an avid knitter.
The microscope, I am keeping, so I can use it as part of my plan to try new things to keep different areas of my brain active.There is nothing that inspires a person like my sister, who has a microscope so she can check if her cats have worms or anything else that could cause them to throw up all the time. It was so lovely to receive all those texts asking me if I thought this or that were worms, or just what were they! I think I'll leave the dog alone - not planning to get into the diagnose my pet kind of stuff. People who think I am weird should meet my sister!
I am also going to use the books and supplies I bought to teach myself how to draw and paint. I have zero talent in that area, but i figure I can learn the techniques. Four of my family members are good artists, so I figure I might just get lucky and discover I can do it to. I'd love to have my own work hanging on my walls. Maybe I'm one of those latent talent people. If it doesn't work out, I'll give them away.
And I am going to handwrite a diary. My son, who is an author, handwrites his books, and then types the revisions. This is because different parts of the brain are used for handwriting and typing, and it allegedly helps with creativity, too. I have a small collection of Moleskine notebooks that have never been written in.
I still have my sewing machine. I bought it 20 years ago and it has never been out of the case. Before my old sewing machine broke, I made clothes for my daughter, blankets out of Polar Fleece, and curtains. By the time I got the new machine, I no longer had time to sew. I gave away the tons of fabric I had. I think I stiff have a lightweight fleece I bought to make a fall/spring coat for my dog (who doesn't need it). I like making my curtains because I always know what I want when I see it (fabric), and can't find it in the stores. I still plan to sew - not going to let 20 years of inactivity discourage me. I actually had to argue with my kids (never teach kids critical thinking skills), to get to keep it when I moved. I couldn't carry it, so no way to sneak it into the house. And still, my daughter wanted to know if I would donate it.