Since I was planning to move this weekend (yeah, that didn't happen) I had been purging my belongings in an effort to fit into a much smaller space, so I got rid of a lot of my shoes. Nearly killed me, that. I hate purging my shoes. It's silly. I'm in a job where I'm on my feet much of the day, plus, we've had epic snow here and I have to walk about a 1/2 mile from the train station to work, so I've been wearing boots. Not cute fashionable boots, of which I have 5 or 6 pair, no, useful boots. Saloman, to be specific. They are neither cute nor fashionable. They are flat, with grippy soles and they keep my feet warm.
When there aren't large amounts of snow on the ground, I'm still on my feet for much of the day and I still have to walk 1/2 mile to and from the aforementioned train station, so I wear sneakers or boring flats. So, I have a TON of gorgeous high heels, really sexy high heels, that I NEVER wear. But, I can't bring myself to get rid of them. Perhaps I ought to be more glamourous.
I love fashion and shoes and makeup, and yet, I show up at work everyday in jeans, a tshirt and snowboots with a scarf on my head and no makeup. Something is wrong here. Oh yeah, I'm lazy. And lest you be confused, the scarf on my head is a headscarf, not a big winter neckscarf, cause that'd be weird.
But, high heels give me joy. However fleeting. So does cheese. And good friends. That joy isn't as fleeting.
As the move this weekend didn't happen, and it appears I am staying in my house for the next several months, at any rate, I decided to put my purging and organizing to continued usefulness. I spent all day today covering boxes in pretty fabric so that I can properly organize my sewing stuff. Moved some shelves in, started putting away fabric. What a daunting task. But, I will continue to purge as I do it. This is a good thing, right? RIGHT?
Here, let me show you the fruits of my labors so far.
Aww, isn't it pretty? All blue and tan and grey and black and french. I have a tendency to be half-assed when I start a project like this. I am determined this year not to do that. I will do it properly if I'm going to do it. Problem is, it takes SO LONG.
I think The Small One may have had a better idea. This is how she spent much of the afternoon, the lazy infant.
I want to go back to Ireland in my dreams tonite, but I'd like to have a companion.
It's after 2 am. I'm tired and have insomnia. Can you tell?
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There's nothing like a move to get you purging. In fact, I got so restless this year having been in the same spot for a full five years (something that has not ever happened in my entire life) I thought about just packing up my house for the heck of it so I could/would purge. I like it. But it is a lot of work.
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