I’ve been putting it off for awhile now, but I finally got up off my rump and did it, well started to anyway. For years, they have been languishing in the spare bedroom, just waiting for me to “do something” with them. Seven or so totes of yarn and supplies for knitting and crocheting. Just… waiting. And while I’ve roamed in there from time to time, I didn’t have a plan for any of them. So today, dear reader, I went through them, kept about one and half a totes, and gave away the rest. Yep, five totes out the door. I threw a way a lot of stuff too. Half finished projects with no patterns and too little yarn to do anything with… little, tiny balls of yarn that were too small for anything… patterns missing parts… stuff like that. So yeah, I’m feeling a little better now.
Next I’ll go through all of the fabric I have sitting in the same room and do the same. And then I’ll give that room a thorough cleaning. It may take me a few days, but I’m gonna do it!
As anyone who’s followed me for any amount of time may know, I’m not a big fan of stuff. I never have been. Before I met and married the love of my life (Doug), everything I owned could fit into the back of my car. Since marrying him, I’ve acquired a lot of… junk. And that, dear reader, drives me nuts. I haven’t purged my home in quite a while — I used to purge at least once a year — because my one and only is the opposite of me. He’s a collector. He collects things. And he keeps the things he collects forever and ever. We’ve been together for about seven years now, and we’re still trying to find common ground with this. Believe me, it’s not easy. For example, it dawned on me that I was keeping things because I thought that he would be upset if I got rid of them. Nope, he doesn’t care what do with my stuff, so long as I don’t toss out anything of his.
So… let the purge begin! Because you know what, dear reader? I can’t have all of this… sh-tuff around me. It just… stresses me out. And I’m totally not going to try and sell it like we did last time. No, we sold anything of value in the last purge. It’s all going onto the onto the “free to anyone who wants it” site. Or we’ll take it down to the nearest thrift store. Because it’s just got to go. Worry not, dear reader, I’m not preparing for anything drastic. I honestly don’t like having all of these… possessions hanging about. I just. don’t. like. it. It’s really as simple as that. But phase two may have to wait awhile, because even though I took it, like, incredibly slow today (because I’m still coughing), I totally hurt my back and now I can’t move. So the next part might not happen for a few days. >_<