Wow, great eyes @Ferngully ! Those are homemade chocolate chip cookies (and next to them biscuits)! I’m not using the full height, especially of the top silver shelf (the white shelf is where we keep snacks and instant noodles, lol). I have thought about adding a shelf, I don’t think I want to mount one because I don’t want to eliminate the possibility of putting really large items on that shelf. I’ve also struggled to find something that will work on top of it because the shelf itself is like, thin metal bars? So the feet of an additional shelf fall through. Maybe I should get a little piece of plywood to put on the shelf…because then I probably could get a freestanding mini shelf to make it easier to stack cans…hm.
ETA: Actually, yes. This will totally work. If I get plywood or use an old cutting board for underneath this will be perfect.
Would something like these hanging baskets work? They’re easily moved if you wanted. Is there any depth to hang something on the door, or do the metal shelves fill the space?
You don’t want to put heavy items up higher than you can easily reach - too easy to drop them, get clonked in the head. Not sure how high up your shelves go, but that’s something to consider.
Who will definitely pull something down and get clonked on the head! My sister pulled down an onyx clock, got a small cut by her eye and small divot in her forehead.
Ah yeah, I actually can’t do it lower for physical reasons. Higher is a lot safer for me, but I have a step stool I use to get things up high so I’m still pulling it into my chest at a 90 degree angle. I am super aware of the ergonomics of lifting things like, literally all the time every time I do anything, lol.
I thought about something on the door! I don’t think that’ll work because I have the giant containers of vinegar in front of the shelf and they’d butt into that.
Wish me luck. We’re removing the crib from Latte’s room and storing it. She’s been in her big girl bed for a few weeks now, but still sometimes elects to use the crib. Hoping it’s not gonna cause issues. We’ll move the Nugget couch to where it was to try and make it fun/exciting instead of upsetting
I went into the basement clothing box storage to pick out a couple of tshirts that I thought maybe I’d want to wear this summer (forgot one of them had been dropped down to a painting shirt, but perhaps that is just the super authentic vintage concert shirt vibes to rock?), and was reminded I have a bunch more office appropriate clothing than I had remembered.
In the before times, there was a big clothing swap a few times a year, and so I would have just saved things up for then. But I don’t know if they are hoping to restart in the fall.
Also, whether to keep some of it for “just in case” this break thing doesn’t work out for me? (fat girl scarcity mindset rears its head)
Considering reaching out to a friend who is talking about getting more professional clothing and seeing if she wants to shop my closet for the dresses/tops. (ok, that is a smart idea I think, I have done this)
I am married to someone whose parents were hoarders. My dad wasn’t. I am, as I describe myself “a recovering hoarder.” By most peoples’ standards, our house is a mess, full of boxes and piles o’ stuff.
By our standards? It’s cleaner and has way less stuff than it ever has, and continues to move in that direction. I do NOT compare myself or situation with anyone else; I can’t.
Like most hoarders, mine is a co-diagnosis. Mine with the PTSD. The woman who abused me was our housekeeper. She and her daughter would remove my stuff, break it, belittle it, or just steal it. She’d take favorite clothing of mine and never wash it until I’d outgrown it, then she made sure I knew she was giving it to Goodwill.
My relationship with stuff is complicated. I had to do the PTSD work before I could even see that the problem was that I had panic attacks in a clean space. It was so ingrained and so deep, I just did it without even being aware of it.
I’m 65+ now and sick of it. I know what the problem is, but the panic attacks are no fun. Slowly, but surely, this place is emerging (like a good edit on a very sloppy piece of writing) from the excess. It’s slow, but steady and it does NOT push on the PTSD when I do it this way. It’s just a race. Will I get it done before I die? Dunno.
Today’s outs: wardrobe, sideboard/washstand thing, dresser, 3 dutch ovens, misc. kitchen stuff and a few books went with the auction person today. A piece of artwork and two books went out in the mail today too.
I’m going to go vac the now empty spot in our bedroom! PTSD!
I have a lot of guilt right now about a giant bag of clothes, mostly winter ones, that I need to get rid of.
I feel like I should take the time to photo it in lots that make sense, and put it on buy nothing. That way I know it will go to people who will use it next year.
I am 90% sure if dump it off at goodwill, it becomes trash. They don’t want snowboots right now.
But I have zero effort available right now. The spoons are all gone.
Do I just get rid of it? Is that horrible and wasteful?
There might be someone else on BN who can take your clothes and photograph lots for you, or who knows a way to get it to an org who can use it more effectively.
That is what I mean by dividing it into lots that make sense. Right now it’s just everything we’ve discarded in the past 3-4 months. So toddler clothes, preschool clothes, men’s clothes. I don’t even know what is in there.
PTSD!