So, I’ve been in the purging zone this past week. There is little more I could tell you that would convey this message better, than just patting you on the back and sending you on a one-way trip down our hallway. You wouldn't make it back. Oh no. Because you’d get lost in the vortex of “Donate This” and “Keepsakes” and bags of shoes, cartons of toys, and games missing far to many pieces to be useful to anyone – anywhere. This is deadly, people. Small animals could get lost in this mess. And it should stress me out. Instead I’m breathing. It feels good to accomplish something that is overdue. Feels like a big honking relief. So for now, I’ll continue to ram my bare toes into odds and ends lining the hall – and I’ll continue to trip over piles upon piles of gobbledy goop. Because it means that room by room, we are becoming a LESS IS MORE house.
One to go…
(feel my pain, people…The Avengers, all things small and useless,
random pieces of paper, and McDonalds toys threw up in here)
At least they’re SUPER cute when they make these messes together, eh? Oy!
Anyone else feel like purging and moving furniture around? Just me? I’m in the ZONE.