The first thing any organizing book says is Start Small. But if all your stuff is connected somehow and you are moving stuff to new rooms and you are mainly trying to get rid of some of your STUFF—–that just doesn’t work.
Ergo–I haven’t blogged lately.
Then there is the issue of the TV which is not getting a signal regularly—and during the Olympics!!!!–which has me stuck at home waiting on the cable guy instead of knitting at the shop.
Steve wants to go to France and visit Tour sites and great art. In September!!!! That is a tight schedule for an overplanner, researcher like me, but I’m giving it a go thanks to Jeannie’s wonderful daughter who has ridden these routes and has advised greatly.
I am also staying off the computer and unsubscribing to things for a while so I can be more productive. I am in the middle of inventorying the remaining stash and realizing that more should go. I’m just incapable of deciding what at this time. And then there is the other half of the attic to attack.
Who knew that decluttering and reorganizing would be so physically demanding? Jake stays right beside me, but having no thumbs, he can’t carry much stuff.
My mind is quieter which was one of the goals of this destash project. I am knitting. Stephen West’s Spectra scarf. It goes slowly as I am knitting slowly and not too frequently. But I like doing it.
I’ve decided my art studies will be limited to playing with watercolor and making books, mostly journals. I like useful things. I make lists in them more than anything and then I cross stuff off—or move it to a new list.
I discovered my father’s fountain pen and I want to try it out on some lettering. He wrote beautifully, not exactly calligraphy, but he could do fancy lettering. Guess I get this gene from him. He died when I was 9, but the influence he left me has been tremendous.
Must go move things around and discover what is really in those boxes.