I am in the process of de-cluttering my life - making space for something new. This is a big undertaking for a packrat like me. Things and thoughts and emails and ... well, mostly crap
actually ... is making life feel a little heavier around here than I like it to feel and even though I mostly love my
crap
some of it just has to go ...
In the process of my own de-cluttering, I discovered that in a totally unconnected passion to untie some knots and clear some space, my brother and his wife were doing a massive de-cluttering of their own house -
they rented a huge metal dumpster, to toss everything that is not recyclable, and it has been sitting in their driveway for a week.
(they are totally lucky they live where they do because in my neighborhood a dumpster in your driveway for a week would be filled while you sleep with 3 barcaloungers, 2 tires from a '79 Pinto and a toothless guy named Pete would already be unpacked, settled in and receiving mail and guests)
When I heard about this I had to head over there and check out just what they were throwing out -
(I truly tried to hold back because I really don't need anyone else's stuff - I paced around my house, bit my nails, reread the Oprah cut the clutter issue, ate a poptart, tried to remember just what the hell they had in their garage anyway - but finally I gave in to my inner dumpster diver and drove over there)
It was kind of like this ----->
(except I was wearing way cooler shoes)
Anyhoo, I grabbed up some of the beautiful pottery the two of them created at art school in Boston -
(not sure what I am going to do with it all or how it fits into my own de-cluttering, but something tells me my life can use the kind of grounding this large pile of lovingly handcrafted clay is offering up)
a book on HTML for dummies and some CDs that were about to go to Best Buy including Harry Chapin, Jeff Beck and Pat Benatar.
(WTH Vinnie - tossing Pat Benatar?!)
So maybe I took a little step backwards, but it is all good because life is a process after all and some things cannot be rushed. Things are still getting de-cluttered around here because I know I need to create some awfully large space in my life for the awfully large, awfully amazing stuff that is coming my way.
At first when hubby saw boxes coming
into the house he was all - "what the heck, I thought we were getting rid of stuff" - but then he saw the gorgeous pots and bowls and thingamajigs and he was smitten, too
and the Frank Zappa, did I mention there was a Frank Zappa?
(WTH Vinnie?!)
* let it go print by the amazing
Nan Lawson (who also has a
locket or
two)
