We moved house three months and nine days ago and we’re still throwing stuff out.
STILL! We threw out a metric tonne before we moved and again when we started unpacking here. And still, there’s moar.
Tonight I threw out a box of useless junk including:
- Rusty box grater¹
- Broken purple suit covers
- Unread Notebook: magazines
- Destroyed cat toys
- Photo frames without glass or those metal bits to hold your photo IN the frame
- Smelly candles that don’t actually smell
- Christmas wrapping remnants
A fancy potato masher was rescued at the last minute because apparently I wasn’t supposed to put that in the rubbish bag. Close one. (Sorry, hun)
I’ve got a bundle of clothes to donate to Vinnies and I’m trying to find good homes for unwanted/outdated monitors (4:3 hahahahahaha retro) pizza paddles and other random stuff.
But we are still surrounded by STUFF:
Believe it or not, the pic on the left is the new and improved and one-step-closer-to-being-decluttered side of our study. The other pic is the atrocity next to our dining table. We tell ourselves that unpacking those final boxes will mean the cats will run out of high places to sit and stare at us while we watch TV. Then they will just claw us to death in our sleep instead.
So even though I’m being all chillax of late and not caring that I’m behind on emails, freelance work, blogging, whatever else… tonight I had to get rid of someTHING. At least one box of crap.
Achievement: unlocked. No more non-smelly candles or discontinued magazine titles, thankyouverymuch.
To celebrate, I’m doing a half-dance to this:
¹ Not a euphemism