Or: An Update on My Progress Okay… so we’re on day eight of this de-cluttering journey. I know I’m not supposed to be doing Sundays, so this should be day seven, but if I don’t do every day, I’ll get mixed up. It’s how my brain works. I’ve learned a LOT about myself during this process. Okay, learned is probably stretching it a bit. I’ve rediscovered things about myself that I try to forget. Ahem. Yes, I should try to
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I can’t be the only one. Unlike Kaye, I don’t have a streamlined craft selection of only what I will use for a specific project. I like to have what is generally known as “a stash.” Let’s define that, shall we? stash- noun. def: a collection of stuff lying in wait to take any crafter, quilter, knitter, seamstress, or any other hobbyist by surprise whenever the muse strikes. note: many hobbyists use their stash as inspiration for shopping rather than
Kaye’s Ode to Stuff How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the shelf and bin and bag. My stuff can bless, at the end of shopping days. For the ends of shopping and limitless cash. I love stuff to the level of every card’s Maxed out limit, no matter how obscene or rash. I love all shopping, as some love to eat. I love it always, and I shop for days. I love
Kaye is on another rampage. Oh, yes. It’s almost February of a new year, and that means freak-out time. So, I stole the list. The majority of it is typical–mundane even–but I got a kick out of some of it and thought you might enjoy it. Here goes: Kitchen: Scrub cabinet doors Scrub inside of cabinets Scrub inside of drawers De-junk kitchen utensils–again Figure out why we own a corkscrew when we don’t drink wine Scrub counters Eradicate appliances from
If a woman walks into a messy room to get some washi she might decide to clean it. If she starts cleaning, the first thing she might touch is her planner. She’ll stare at the boring notes page. It will need washi and accessories. Her eyes might see a container of accessories. She’ll grab it. It won’t be the right one. She’ll grab another. Ditto. When she finds the right one, she may notice that there are too many options.
The woman has issues, okay? I don’t know how else to say it. After taking her family–who am I kidding? After taking ME for a ride on her de-cluttering kick, breaking her foot, then going nuts with the planning stuff, you’d think she would have learned. Ha. She’s decided that this year is the year of the “Resolutions.” Who does she think she is? This is still the same woman who did that for the first five years of marriage–and
Look, I’ve read all the books. I know all the “right” methods. I know about the three-box system: Donate, Put Away, Toss. I know about putting things in boxes in a shed for 3-12 months with a date on the box and then tossing on that date if you haven’t needed it by then. I know about working clockwise or counterclockwise through a room, touching each item only once. I know all the tricks. Trust me. My problem? I don’t
So, while Kaye sleeps, I surf. What else is a cat to do now that I can’t leave my hard work in the sock basket? Just saw this BLOG POST by the Writer and decided to make my own “torture post.” So… here goes. 1. Leave packages in unexpected places. Hairballs in slippers is always a good one. Since the sock basket could get you stripped of a life, leave those kinds of packages next to the litter box or
No, not the movie–the cat. Well, okay, I know it’s not really the cat. Jacob thinks he’s so cute writing all these posts as if Purrlock is writing them. I mean, c’mon! A cat writing a blog? I don’t think so! Now, a dog? Maybe. I can see that. Dogs are more philosophical, but cats? No way. Cats are more Instagrammers– you know, post a quick picture of death to humans or something. Even tweets–as they kill the bird. OOOH.
That woman just likes to torture me. I mean really, does she have to try to ruin EVERYTHING in my life? She was on that stupid blog again, and got all excited about this 20 day challenge thing. Why would anyone want to clean and de-clutter for 20 days? It’s insane. Seriously. Her writer is tempted, though… 20 days of organizing before the start of NaNoWriMo… the month that her house goes to pot until after Christmas. Getting ahead of