30 Day De-Clutter Challenge – Oy, 15 more days to go…

tired

 

Day 16 – my home doesn’t look any different and I feel like I’ve been at this forever.  Wearily I cast a Bigelow Green Tea can in the giveaway box after comparing it to the other green tea box I have which my daughter gave me one year for my birthday – I can still remember her rushing up the fronts steps with her dad, gift bag in hand; she was so excited.  I wonder why I even have to think about this.  No one needs two green tea tins and not only does the one she gave me have such a wonderful memory attached to it, it is a much nicer tin.

Day 17 – the entry on my calendar looks pathetic – a gift bag?  That’s all I managed to eliminate?  and on a Saturday.  I’m embarrassed for myself.

Day 18 – a pair of white shorts, Dockers, really good quality, but a retro style that doesn’t flatter any body type – high on the waist, full at the crotch, wide in the legs.  It’s the extra fabric at the crotch that has always mystified me – who were they made for?  Maybe they’re men’s shorts and I’ve never realized it – “boyfriend”  shorts.  Why do men feel the need for all that extra space between them and their clothes?

shinkage

Day 19, 20, 21 and 22 – I gird my loins and go into the basement where I know there is a field day of stuff to get rid of.  Many photo frames – I once collected them to put family pics on top of the piano the way they do on the soaps, but it was too dusty; Gems jars – like for pickling and preserving – I had gathered them for a wedding that got cancelled; there were two boxes so I counted them for two days.  Three smallish black cork boards, purchased for an office I once leased – stylin’, but no use to me after I ran away from the business after 2 hellish years of trying to manage other businesspeople.

The basement is exhausting, because everything I handle represents a project I once had in mind.  To give it up is to admit something – like I will never be an astronaut, or a concert pianist, except in this exercise, the aspirations were so low:  to display photos in eclectic frames on stands meant for you to pick them up and touch them lovingly while music plays in the background; to organize your working life in a stylish and sophisticated manner – no giant jar full of pink messages for you!  to marry in a purpose-built shop decorated in gauzy voile and fairy lights while you danced the night away under the 3-dimensional foil stars in your sparkly shoes.  The shoes I still have.

bride

 

Day 23 – back upstairs I put a salmon coloured Top Shop top in the giveaway bag.. Salmon is not a colour anyone should ever wear and Top Shop should apologize.

Day 24 – Clothes are low hanging fruit in this exercise.  Pull something out of a closet, try it on and realize it doesn’t fit.  I have several closets to work with – a San Fransisco white tshirt with a shirred neckline goes.  I bought at least 4 of them at the time, thinking that the shirred neckline would make them a suitable work-at-home option, but still feel that t-shirts are not appropriate.  And then I outgrew them.  Sometimes that 5% spandex is so cruel.

Day 25 – Bonus!  I’m sitting in my backyard on a hot day with a friend, explaining why there is a green hump in the corner of the yard – a collection of furniture I once thought I would refinish and hauled between residences, now shamefully kept under a tarp.  She asked me if I had any mirrors there, she had a wall space in her small home which required a reflective surface.  I did not.  But then I remembered there was one at the back door, waiting to be hung (for the past 10 months).  I walk by it every day.  She demurred, at first thinking it was too heavy for her to handle, maybe not the right size, I should use it, hang it up the way I had planned but I insisted until she took it home with her.  I felt so blessed.

 

 

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