Same, bro
I am safe because those will not fit in my cabinets. I hate my cabinets. I dislike my whole kitchen, actually. Oh, well.
I don’t hate my kitchen, but stacked pots are the price I"m paying to take down the custom pot rack DH had made. My dominant arm has nerve issues, every now and then I go to pick up something at the end of my reach and my muscles just turn to water. Having metal pots falling on your head (I’m tiny) is not fun. Happens more often the older I get, so, we used the previously unavailable space under the cooktop for the pots/lids. I haven’t come up with a solution for the stacked pots/deep drawers yet, but it beats being beaned by my cooking utensils!
Getting ready for my only flea market of the year. DH agreed to take the box of trains (YEAH!) and I’ve been surprised this morning for the amount o’ stuff I thought had already gone away that’s (Alas!) still here.
It will all be gone after this weekend, because I will donate whatever is left of my stuff. I can’t make such a promise about DH and his gear, but the box of trains is encouraging. His sister said she wanted them, so we saved them for her. She moved and then we sent her 1 box and all of a sudden she does NOT want them. Brother doesn’t want them. So, the remainder of the set has hung around for another 10 years or so…
If I was really where I want to be, I’d put out one of my fabric strippers. I have 2 or 3? I don’t know. I haven’t given up entirely on the idea of making more rugs (I used to make tarn rugs, half hitched.) but…
Sorry, thought this was my regular journal.
However, it did occur to me that I had something to say about decluttering. One thing I’ve learned lately is that the way decluttering happens, at least here, is to figure out what has to happen to keep it from occurring.
That is, recognize that I will no matter what, have “dump zones.” Also, when a class o’ stuff is always clutter realize it’s because I either have nowhere to put it or the place it’s supposed to go is too inconvenient. Those two ideas, giving myself grace and realizing that the clutter is an indicator rather than a failure, have helped me declutter a lot.
I really struggle with tossing things out instead of donating them even when donating them is difficult.
There is a place that will take my huge bag of fabric scraps but only once a month midday on a Monday and it’s nowhere near me in a place that’s difficult to park.
I tried BN but no takers. I should just toss it but I feel so guilty!
I get it. I just tossed a bunch of sauce packets that we’ve collected from fast food or takeout over the years. Like, someone could use these! But in reality we all have enough sauce packets (or whatever). I was hoping it would be freeing to just toss them rather than trying to find a home for them, but I mostly feel bleh about it.
You might have more than fits, but maybe $20 is a good price for getting rid of the guilt? Trashie | Take Back Bag
Wow thank you I needed this! Be gone, old undies!!!
Last week the foodbank that Luna used to work at put out a call for reusable grocery bags.
I still kept, probably more than I need to.
Nibling might take Nana’s kitchen table in July. This would open up many layout options, and reduce the number of family furniture items I am responsible for.
Tbd. Nibling is in university, and many things could change over the coming months. (also, should probably also confirm with my dad it’s ok)
I did not take any of the silver that my mom and sister were trying to give me on Sunday, or my childhood Madame Alexander dolls.
I worked on the decluttering/culling calendar this morning. I had found a “national day” site which has a few that relate, so I added them!
I panic bought an unreasonable number of liner socks when preparing for a trip. Most of them are usable but it would take me years to go through them all, so I have successfully given away about half of them on Buy Nothing and hopefully kept someone else from making the same mistake.
