I have a dutch oven that I’ve never used. I don’t even know why I have one. I keep it in the useless cabinets above the refridgerator. I must’ve received it for a wedding gift way back in 1994. It’s totally outlasted my marriage.
My champagne flutes. I could reach them when I moved into this house, 22 years ago, but I have shrunk (oh! The outrage!) and I can’t reach them without either a taller friend or a little step.
I have three purses for when I get very dressed up and go to a fancy party. The purses are kept in a plastic bin way up high on a shelf in my closet. I need a step ladder to get the box down. I use those purses, or rather one of those purses, about once every two years. I wouldn’t use them more if they were more accessible.