The holy grail for me is an uncluttered house. Don't laugh. Oh, and I should have told you to not be drinking coffee while reading this. I didn't say it was likely to happen. I just long for it in a religious way.
It is of course at odds with my personality. With my obsessive sewing, knitting, beading, papercutting, crocheting. With my very small house. With my obliviousness to my surroundings until they are overflowing with unputaway items. And by then it's too late.
Every "storage" space is already full of unsorted things that have been unceremoniously crammed in to give us some clear floorspace for walking.
And there isn't a grown-up telling me that I have to put things away before I start something new. Or else I am not listening. I'm already on to the next thing. Kind of a project-based attention deficit. PBAD.
I filled 8 bankers boxes today with carefully sorted sewing and knitting supplies. I filled a grocery bag with donations for artscraps. I filled a "large" packing box with donations of unloved (but not unloveable) toys for the Goodwill.
In March I donated yards of cotton fabric to Sew Good Goods for a project that made pillowcases for a hospital in Uganda. But I haven't even touched the bulk of my "stash." That is unsorted in the basement. The hazard of having worked for years at a yarn shop and a fabric store.
Hopefully by next April I will have sorted through all these things and can donate my unwanted good stuff to the Textile Center for their garage sale.
Sinus infection threatening to move in for a long stay. Poor sleep last night (couldn't breathe). Napped today.
Quaker, teacher, parent,