Junk in the drawers, it's time to go: 206/365

    Lots going on around here so I took a little break from getting rid of stuff. But today, no excuse.

     I love this old library file, I love it because it is old and was undoubtedly useful in a library back in ‘the olden days’. I love how it looks in our front hall, and I love that it is a useful receptacle for stuff. Every summer it stores our scarves, hats and mittens, and at one point it housed electrical cords. 

     Today as I went through each drawer, I made a pile of stuff that my husband might want. Let’s face it, you can’t have enough bungee cords or gardening sheers! I kept one hat, some candles, a few shoelaces, and a shoe brush. A few trinkets went in the yard sale bag and the rest of the stuff went in the trash.  

It’s time to go, books: 205/365

    I took the weekend off, well the weekend and one day. I’m doing the best I can; well, not the best, but I’m doing.

     Today I got rid of ten books. That may not seem like many, but there’s more room on the shelf and space in my mind. The stash included a book about Mary Queen of Scots, some psychology and mythology books, and one about Scottish ancestry search. I couldn’t quite let go of my Tarot collection.

     The books are in a bag to take to my daughter’s yard sale.

Too many cookbooks: 204/365

Two days into the renewed purging. If I can do a little each day, it will get done—whatever that means. Yesterday I spent no more than ten minutes getting rid of cookbooks. There is more room on the shelf, and  I am free from household obligations for the rest of the day. I’ve kept enough books to lift something different out of the oven and onto the table every day, even if I live to be my mother's age of one hundred one.

Purging more clothes and shoes: 203/365

    Decisions are getting easy. I don’t have as many shoes and slippers to chose from. Sounds simple, and it is. Just one less thing to think about when getting dressed. Alas, I have more to purge, but this is a start.

Turtlenecks and shoes, out you go: 202/365

I’m back, determined to purge again. The forty year collection of stuff in this house has got to go. Every day my thoughts about stuff clutter my mind, or should I say  the thoughts about clutter stuff my mind. I lament to friends but I don’t take action. Maybe this time I mean business. I hope so, in fact I will it to be so. It will just be a little each day but I have faith in the cumulative effect!

      Yesterday it was a closet, not tidying up but purging twenty turtlenecks, three pairs of slippers, and two pairs of sneakers. Some is being washed ready for the spring church rummage sale; the rest is on its way to the dump.