Juicer (too fiddly to wash up afterwards), rice cooker (now never use it), slow cooker (same), ice-cream maker (takes up too much room in the freezer, first time we made it ice-cream was grainy and not nearly as good as one you could buy), various le creuset (lovely color, but we don't if I am roasting something, I do it in a roasting tin, plus incredibly heavy), icing piping nozzles (never used them), bundt cake-tin (can't remember the last time I made a cake, let alone a bundt), various muffin and cupcake tins (not a good baker), tushy bidet (never installed it, what was I thinking?), steam-cleaner (too unwieldy, cable too short, so difficult to get lots of places), Philip Stein natural frequency watch (supposed to balance your bodies rhythms or some such nonsense. Oprah has one, apparently, again what was I thinking. Stopped wearing it as it looked like handcuffs), various head-to-toe linen outfits (too heavy for really hot weather, always looks wrinkly and unappealing on me, rather than summer chic), multiple places for the baby to sleep (he slept in none of them), multiple baby-carriers and baby-wearing wraps and things (he screamed and hated them all).
In my imaginary life, I am Delia Smith or Martha Stewart combined with an elegant French woman with perfectly behaved children. In reality, not so much.