I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately, but I feel this overwhelming need to purge, purge, purge. Get rid of the excess. Last spring, I honestly thought there wasn’t any excess left, and now I see it everywhere.
I spent a few hours in my closet yesterday, and it was noticed by my spouse on his arrival home last night. What happened?
Maternity wear (what I want to keep for next time) is boxed up, and half of my wardrobe is in a pile to Helping Hands.
The drawers got it today. Same thing happened.
Knee highs I’ve had for 2 years, and haven’t worn since I quit working? Out. Dress clothes from work. Out. Shoes I’ve had since I was 18 (no kidding)….soooo out.
The old theory, I used to work under, is, if I haven’t worn it in a year, it needs to vacate the premises. That’s difficult this year, because I’ve been pregnant for 9 of those months, and you know….I’m still working on losing the weight. (7 more pounds to go….woohoo!)
Now, I just kept what I liked, and honestly packed up what I didn’t. Someone else will love it. Someone else will need it.
I look at the bookshelves and want to get rid of half the books. I don’t even know why I kept some of them. How about the two tall bookcases upstairs, full of DVD’s we never watch? Ugh….I just want to pack up the whole darn thing. Knick Knacks? Don’t get me started.
Maybe it’s because we’re putting the house up for sale, and right-sizing (I like that term as opposed to downsizing) our house. If we’re losing about 1,000-2,000 square feet, which is the plan, some of this stuff has got to go!
But, with the house going on the market, it’s hard to get rid of the entire dining room set I’m not fond of….because then there’d be an empty room. That’s no good. So, some things wait, as if they are on some sort of death row.
In respect to the clothes, maybe I just saw how little I got by with while I was pregnant (because buying an entire new wardrobe for 9 months time was not practical in my mind), and afterwards, have stared at the rows of clothes in my closet thinking….”I don’t need all this. Other people need it more.”
Maybe it’s because my heart is so full of everything that’s so much more important, that I no longer feel the need to hang on to this stuff.
Or maybe I’m just in one of those moods. It happens.
I’ve made a promise to stay out of Sean’s office. But I have made no such promises about the garage.