Sunday, September 18, 2011

And Out It Went

It's 5:00 on Sunday, and I am so done with sorting, organizing, cleaning, and discarding. I've been at it since Friday night. My back aches. I'm hungry. I stink.

I feel like someone's collection of Olde Frothingslosh beer cans.
But I did what I said I would do: I threw shit away. My sewing room is fit for habitation, and my bedroom closet is free of clothes that are worn out/ill-fitting/too old to be stylish but too young to be vintage. I have a dresser left to tackle, but I'm going to pat myself on the back and call myself a proud mama.

Look what I did.
 There are three big boxes of clothes for the donation center. There's a trash can full of discarded whatnot. And there's my entire collection of awesome, amazing vintage clothes, finally piled up in one place and ready to be (sob) parted with. I hope I didn't do any permanent damage with the tears I shed on them.

I took some great pictures of the whole process, and I'll get those up later this week-ish, so you can see how I whittled my possessions down to something approaching a sane amount. I found some very cool stuff among all the, er, stuff. (I also found Beloved Spouse's Gandalf action figure, who is currently threatening me with his badass sword from the other side of the desk.) I'll share my treasures, but after I've gotten some rest and a shower. Oh, and after I've done the laundry that I completely neglected all weekend.

Doesn't look much different from some of the crap I threw away.
Did I mention that I smell pretty bad? I think I'll go spend some time with my delightful family. They deserve to share in this.

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