My mom is coming to live with me in 2 days. My dad will follow in a month. Changes are brewing; fermenting even as we speak.
I've given away the equivalent of 20 or more rubbermaid style totes full of fabric and batting. There is more.
As a pack-rat, or magpie, I have turned a blind eye to the accumulation of stuff for more years than I dare to count. Now that I'm pulling things out and sorting, I ask myself: how many staplers, staple removers, pens, pencils, markers, post-it notes and other office supplies does a family of four need? How about magazines? Paint brushes? Old newspapers? And am I ever going to find the piece of equipment that the little baggie of (what the heck?) metal parts belongs to? Should I really save it just in case?
The real question, a deeper one, that I ask myself now - one that helps me pare down in a big way - is this: what's more important, the thingamabobs and whatchamacallits or my parents' comfort? And the answer there is easy.
The surprising reward to all of this is that it's making my life less complicated even as I'm adding more people to my household. Who would have guessed that having less would make me happier?
So I've packed up a boxful of those art and craft supplies to go to someplace where they can be used. I'll continue to put together boxes of fabric and yarn, and toss the excess junk that no one else will want.
The Beanie Babies? Off to soldiers overseas to pass out to kids there, soon.
While I'm tossing and adjusting, I'll be around my etsy street teams less. Claying less. Just sayin'
Hugs to my loyal readers (wink wink)