Every, single, last, blessed item that i possess…..

Not actively Going Out To Work anymore, frees up loads of time and energy for this Going Through our Stuff malarky.

Contents of the bookshelves, CDs and cassettes (yes this household uses them ) are all gone into self storage. Majorly large pieces of furniture (think: two table and a set of solid chairs) have joined them and we’re now eating at what amounts to a garden set of table and chairs.

Back garden had the first direct-hit sort out last week and round two will happen anytime when rain is absent for more than 48 hrs.

Surfaces of our kitchen units are now (always) considerably clearer than they have ever been before. All the cupboards are full, but hey.

Every single last piece of assorted ironing that had been strewn throughout the home was corralled and smoothed. Along with everything in our household linen drawer, which meant that all of a sudden it wasn’t quite so full after all.

As a result of sorting and labelling the bedding cupboard, it is entirely possible that I may very well have been a librarian in a former life.

This week has been Cupboards in the Bedroom. Oh yay. Of course the contents of my wardrobe scattered across the bed produce deep joy. Not. So now our rubbish/ recycling / charity shop containers are full.

On the horizon is beckoning L-O-F-T. But as a bottle of red wine is in the house + hubby is off exploring Scotland, loft exploration would be a Very Bad Idea Indeed. So no doubt this weekend will be Shed…or Kitchen Cupboards. Neither option will allow our hound to sit in the doorway and receive adoration from passing dog owners though……

Holding everything in my hands has been a salutary experience. Drastic sorting like this should not have to occur and i never ever want to do it again.
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Float down, like autumn leaves…..

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“….Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you?
Float down
Like autumn leaves
And hush now
Close your eyes before the sleep
And you’re miles away
And yesterday you were here with me…”

(Thanks Ed Sheeran)

From where i’m sat watching and around my own (very little) world, this autumn seems to be a time of reflections and complicated untangling. People, places, lives; startings, endings or hovering somewhere in-betweens. Little people coming into the world and other people leaving their lives on this earth. Situations waiting, like so many shy actors in the wings for the right time to step out onto the stage…
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At times brilliant flashes of colour while the next second it’s all about finishing, yellow leaves and seed-heads.
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Some things seen from a distance, like this yellow leaf glimpsed from down the path. Other things only seen afterwards, like the green leaf…only spotted when home and actually looked at the image. Coal-black seed heads waiting until just the right time to leave their moorings and fall to the ground; interrupt that and the next stage won’t happen.
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In other news i have discovered the joys of cleaning. Not just ordinary cleaning, but that which falls onto a person so they are moved to drop to their knees and scrub whole rooms. Ordinarily i would worry and take myself off to be checked out…but given the overdue cleaning that this house has suffered from, i’ve got a while to go before there is any measurable impact to a casual observer!
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(…back to my housewiferly duties…..)
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