Week Five: More Clothes Than You Can Shake a Stick At

I’ve come to the conclusion that there is something seriously wrong with my head. It doesn’t work right. It’s kind of like a big truck with a little bitty battery; you turn the key, and it starts to turn the engine, but it just doesn’t have the juice to kick it over and let it run.

Here’s an example:

This morning, when My Sweetheart and I were waking up, he commented that today is another day for me to post a pic for the 4-day De-Clutter Challenge. When he mentioned it, I told him immediately that I planned on posting something really easy this week. “I think I’m going to post a photo of the bed of the truck.” That statement was turning the key in the ignition. Now that the time has come to actually take some pics and get them out there for you to see them and join me in the challenge, the engine just isn’t engaging like it should.

Instead of taking the easy way out, like I would do if my head was right, I am thinking about a massive pile of clothing in the warehouse. Make that 2 or three piles of clothing… Massive piles of clothing. All of it clean. Most of it folded or laid out flat, waiting to adorn hangers. If I had to quantify the amount of clothing waiting for attention, I would say that there is enough of it in the warehouse to provide modest wardrobes for nearly a dozen people… not counting the massive amount of infant, toddler and small children’s clothes.

The amount of clothing we have is sometimes the bane of my existence. And the most troublesome thing about the clothes is that most of them aren’t ours. Most of them have been tossed out by the bagful and sneak into the warehouse among the treasure that My Sweetheart brings home. Every now and then a few items which are sized to fit me will come through the door, but only very rarely. We go through the bags and pull out what we think will work for us and we make piles for alteration or upcyling, but I’ve only recently gotten the sewing machine needed for those projects. The task is pretty daunting at this point.

We need to make a trip to the donation center with a lot of the clothes we have here. I don’t know why we’ve been putting it off, but I do know that if I don’t post about the clothes today we won’t be accountable for doing something about it for at least a week. Posting a photo of the bed of the truck (which doesn’t happen to have much in it today anyway) isn’t going go very far in the progress department.

That said, this is my project for week number five: More Clothes Than You Can Shake a Stick At.

And this is but a fraction of the clothes I am talking about…. UGH!

See what I mean about my head not being quite right?! If it was right I would be showing you much less work!

I hope that some of you will join me this week!

(btw… Posting on a blog works a lot better when you actually publish your post rather than just previewing it and walking away. Duh! More proof that my head isn’t right…)

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Contents Under Pressure

I have a one-year-old chihuahua named LB (“Lightning Bolt”–I’ll tell you that story another time) Wilbur III, Esquire. I adore LB to pieces and baby him way more than I should most of the time. Today, LB is being a moody little pain in the butt and growls and barks his head off at the whole family every time one of us so much as moves an inch. I have told him a dozen times or more to knock it off, but I might as well have been talking to a stump (a barking, growling stump), because when My Sweetheart came into the living room from the warehouse a little while ago LB went off like a freakin’ siren.

And so did I.

I got nose-to-nose with a (usually) sweet, little 4 pound dog and yelled my head off at him to stop it, Stop It, STOP IT! like an insane person. And I hurt the little guy’s feelings. Poor baby boy. I never even talk ugly to him, so he was totally unprepared for me to go off like that. I feel like a bad person for it.

The reason I lost my cool, I suppose, is the fact that I had been struggling over this post for–oh, I don’t know–close to an hour, maybe, and I had nothing to show for it at all. The reason I am, or was, stuck is I feel like I really have a lot to say here today and all of those thoughts are crushing up against each other trying to get out and building more and more pressure the more I try grab onto just one of those thoughts. My thought process has all the qualities of a warm, 2-liter bottle of Big Red soda that someone just dropped on the hot pavement. Not a good thing.

I was thinking about this post yesterday. The possibility that I would be blocked like I have been wasn’t even a consideration. In fact, I spent a lot of time thinking about this post and expected it to just flow right on through my fingers and into the internet then onto your screen almost effortlessly.  Just like I told you on Thursday that I was all fired up to kick the 4-day challenge meme in the patootie (yes, I said “patootie”), yesterday I was all fired up to tell you that the desk I had planned on moving out of the office for a complete surprise repurpose in another part of the warehouse had been given a stay of execution because I am not going to complete that project this week.

I know, I know… I am not doing so great with these challenges, am I? Not even a little bit.

The reason the desk is staying put is because poor prior planning promotes piss-poor performance and I had failed to take in the big picture when I posted the challenge set-up this week. Yesterday when I was ready to roll up my sleeves and get to clutter-busting the desk, I headed into the warehouse to clear the spot for the desk to start its new life as a major component in my new dressing/sewing room (construction pending). There’s no missing the big picture in the warehouse… It looked like this:

And there is no room there for my desk to find a new purpose…

So, I upgraded my challenge. This is the progress so far:

Wow! That pressure isn’t as strong as it was a little while ago. I think I will be able to get some more work done out in the warehouse before I make the next post.

Oh… And btw… I made up with my baby boy before I even made this post. I picked him up and held him close. he even rolled on his backand let me hold him like a baby and rub his tummy (a position in which he usually is pretty insecure staying for long) for as long as I wanted. But I didn’t kiss him on his cute little head, although I was quite tempted… LB does not being the recipient of kisses.

LB

LB Wilbur III, Esquire

Week One: Under The Wire (Eeek! At least I hope so!)

I know that this is really sorry way to start a new series, but what happens happens and sometimes it’s poopy. But sometimesyou get the help you need when you need it and just manage to squeak by with just enough to count… I got mine from my sweetheart today, and here’s the result!!!

Week One: results

Week One: results[slideshow]

Thanks to an internet connection (mine) that I’ll vent to you about later, a new shop (mine!) on Etsy that I’ll introduce very soon and the most awesome sweetheart ever (mine, AGAIN!!!) that I’ll brag about even sooner, I’m happy to reveal the results of my first weekly challenge-to-self (and to my sweetheart, apparently) with a whopping 2 minutes to spare (in my time zone, anyway…) I’ve gotta click that publish button now, but next week I’m just decluttering my purse!

Special, special, special thanks to My Sweetheart for everything, I mean everything you do for me. I love you tons (and owe you, big time)!!

Week One: The Workbench…

I realize that it has been a short time, make that a very short time, since I announced that My Sweetheart and I have leased a warehouse and posted photos of the (then-)cavernous 2500 sq ft interior of that warehouse. I also realize that the reason we chose to go the warehouse route (an important factor in the decision, anyway) is My Sweetheart’s compulsion tendency ability to  dumpster dive discover treasures he can’t pass up every time he leaves the house. What I didn’t realize is just how quickly 2500 sq ft of open area can get out of hand… Even before we’ve moved all of our existing possessions from storage. I should have been more strict from the start, but I wasn’t and now, where there should be a workbench and tool storage area, we have this:

Now I’m going to get this workbench/tools area back under control and post the results on Monday.

Is there an area of your world (a room, a drawer, wallet, purse) that has lost it’s purpose to clutter? Take a pic & post it on your blog and post a link in the comments here. You’ll have 4 days to de-clutter the area and post the results on Monday.

C’mon!  It’ll make you feel better and increase your link-love, too.

Now, if you’ll excuse me… I have a lot of work to do….