Do you ever wake up, drink a half of a cup of coffee, and then decide it’s high time to try to de-stink your couch? Welcome to my morning.
We’ve been talking recently about the possibility of looking for a new place next spring. This is imminently exciting and completely terrifying. It is mostly completely terrifying because I realize that we will have to do a lot of minimizing if we’re going to have anyone in to look at the apartment. Which, of course, is a painful reminder that we have a shit-ton of stuff.
I like my stuff, but I’m almost ready to admit that I have too much. I can get rid of books with only a minimum of pain, and I’m cool with sending out bags upon bags of clothing and shoes. It’s the little, pretty stuff I am totally in love with and purchase quite happily at just about every available moment.
There is also the little matter of project-makings. This is harder because once projects are completed? You still have something to make space for.
So in light of my flashes of ‘holy shit what am I going to do?’ I am also hit with the almost unstoppable desire to tackle something tangible.
This morning it is the sofa, which is now in a million pieces with the cushions airing outside and the cushion covers in various stages of defunking (half are halfway defunked, the others are waiting patiently.) And as with every project of this nature, I am completely and totally over it.
Alas, I have no couch to collapse upon right now.
I am the exact same way when it comes to that kind of stuff.
Know what I do? Cause I have (or had) a megaton of little knickknacky stuff, and kitchen widgets. I take a box, and pack them all into a box. Then I seal it. Then I stick a date in it, 6 months from now. I put it in the basement, out of site.
Then, a year later when I come across it, because I’ve forgotten it, I send it to sally ann. Obviously I lived without it.
If course, by then, I’ve collected a megaton more and this all starts again.
I put valuable treasures (old silver, china etc) in another box and clearly label it so I don’t accidentially turf it.
that is a great idea! I need to box up like half of everything and do that
I need to get rid of the stuff I’ve been hauling around for years just because it’s been mine for years or because it was given to me too. This is probably even harder than the little pretties!