Moving Project
We are moving .85 miles away from our current place. I’ve been on a sorting, purging, and organizing binge. Trying not to move a single item we don’t want, need, or love. When I clutch a piece of clothing that I haven’t worn in a year and think, Ooh, but I might need this for [fill in totally random event here], I remind myself that clothes do not get better with age. In the donations pile it goes. When I agonize over an item that I don’t want, need, or love, but that’s “too cute” to give up, I remind myself that it’s not right for me, but someone else will adore it. And then I can loosen my grip.
Let’s see . . . what else? Everything needs a place. The cooler, thermos, disposable cups, and disposable forks are stored together because they’re plastics. The pots and pans go in the cupboard closest to the stove. After almost nine years of marriage, our wedding china is now displayed in . . . drum roll please . . . our china cabinet. Not rocket science, I know, but I had to talk to a professional organizer to learn this stuff. I don’t have the gift.
Photos belong in picture frames (or scrapbooks). I flipped out when I browsed the boutique stores and saw that 4×7 picture frames were going for about $70. WHAT?! No way was I spending that much, but at least the idea was on my radar. So the other day, when I stumbled across super adorable $10 wooden frames that were an additional 50% off, I snatched them up immediately. Now I have a display of Ron swinging a golf club at his various tournaments over the years. Once I fix my broken scanner (one of my projects . . . I’m creating projects, with a deadline, for things that I need to deal with eventually but not urgently), I’ll upload the photo of him with his 80s haircut and the eyeglasses to match.
Do you have any other tips for me? I’d love to hear them.