Clutter slayage
Jul. 8th, 2008 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anne_dAnd the madness continues...
The bags and boxes of donations are out on the lawn, waiting for the ARC truck. They'd better show up, or I'm giving all those goodies to some other organization.
Today, I'm still shovelling out the bedroom closet, my 10x10 "studio" (ha ha) and the cave, in rotation. The problem isn't too much stuff, it's too much stuff I can't bear to get rid of because either I might need it someday, it's too pretty and shiny, too weird and unusual (and I do collect baskets) or all of the above. Especially tote bags and workbags and workbaskets and supplies to make more baskets... Aaargh.
Well, some of the small pretty bags are in a hatbox (might as well use those, right?) in the cave with the wrapping supplies, with some pretty boxes, to use as giftwrap. I should sort the furoshiki and vintage handkerchiefs and scarves for giftwrap too, but maybe later.
The nicho collection is also in a hatbox, with a label so I can find them when I get an idea.
I just ordered one of these. It can live in the closet with the baskets I made myself and the Lantern Moon collection draped all over it, until I get the studio reorganized.
Which may be a while, because I need more proper shelves, and I want to rearrange the whole room, and my parents are going to give me the sewing machine cabinet someday when they get it cleared off and Paul and I can drive the Matrix up to collect it. But at least I'll have a basket tree. With any luck, by the time it arrives, I'll have cleared some floor space for it. At the moment, there are piles of stuff in that corner, waiting to be put away on, you guessed it, the basket tree.
But now I need some tea, and I have a cup waiting, if it hasn't already gone cold. I seem to be very distractable lately.
Update: Kitty and I just finished going through the poster collection - hung two in the girls' hall (Flower Fairies and Pokémon; we are nothing if not eclectic around here), threw a couple old things away, and reorganized the rest into two big mailing tubes, which I labelled carefully so I'll never have to dig through rolled up posters again. There are a couple of maps Paul needs to make a decision on, but if he decides to keep them, they will slip neatly into the tube with the Ansel Adams and Buckaroo Banzai posters (see comment re eclectivity, above). Why we have topographic maps of Death Valley and Trona, I do not know.
An added benefit: The big cardboard cylinder thingy (I think it must have been an industrial wire spool) long ago collaged by my Aged Father, which has followed me from home to home for many years, is now empty, and can be used as a wastebasket again. I'm going to put it in the den and try to remember to mention it to my Aged Parents.
The bags and boxes of donations are out on the lawn, waiting for the ARC truck. They'd better show up, or I'm giving all those goodies to some other organization.
Today, I'm still shovelling out the bedroom closet, my 10x10 "studio" (ha ha) and the cave, in rotation. The problem isn't too much stuff, it's too much stuff I can't bear to get rid of because either I might need it someday, it's too pretty and shiny, too weird and unusual (and I do collect baskets) or all of the above. Especially tote bags and workbags and workbaskets and supplies to make more baskets... Aaargh.
Well, some of the small pretty bags are in a hatbox (might as well use those, right?) in the cave with the wrapping supplies, with some pretty boxes, to use as giftwrap. I should sort the furoshiki and vintage handkerchiefs and scarves for giftwrap too, but maybe later.
The nicho collection is also in a hatbox, with a label so I can find them when I get an idea.
I just ordered one of these. It can live in the closet with the baskets I made myself and the Lantern Moon collection draped all over it, until I get the studio reorganized.
Which may be a while, because I need more proper shelves, and I want to rearrange the whole room, and my parents are going to give me the sewing machine cabinet someday when they get it cleared off and Paul and I can drive the Matrix up to collect it. But at least I'll have a basket tree. With any luck, by the time it arrives, I'll have cleared some floor space for it. At the moment, there are piles of stuff in that corner, waiting to be put away on, you guessed it, the basket tree.
But now I need some tea, and I have a cup waiting, if it hasn't already gone cold. I seem to be very distractable lately.
Update: Kitty and I just finished going through the poster collection - hung two in the girls' hall (Flower Fairies and Pokémon; we are nothing if not eclectic around here), threw a couple old things away, and reorganized the rest into two big mailing tubes, which I labelled carefully so I'll never have to dig through rolled up posters again. There are a couple of maps Paul needs to make a decision on, but if he decides to keep them, they will slip neatly into the tube with the Ansel Adams and Buckaroo Banzai posters (see comment re eclectivity, above). Why we have topographic maps of Death Valley and Trona, I do not know.
An added benefit: The big cardboard cylinder thingy (I think it must have been an industrial wire spool) long ago collaged by my Aged Father, which has followed me from home to home for many years, is now empty, and can be used as a wastebasket again. I'm going to put it in the den and try to remember to mention it to my Aged Parents.
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Date: 2008-07-08 07:47 pm (UTC)It's not just me; I come from a long line of packrats. Fortunately (or maybe not), The Husband is just as bad. At least he can't complain about my craft clutter when he has six each of his favorite gel pens, seventeen spiral notebooks, each with a few pages written in, a hoard of exotic wood boards he can't bear to actually use because he'll never see their like again, and so on. Younger Daughter is just like him, hee.