Closet · Coronavirus · lazy · musings

Laziness Raises It’s Ugly Head

Self-isolation is tough on my ego. I currently have too much time to contemplate what I do or don’t do. I’m faced hourly with a list of  ‘shoulds’ weighed against ‘coulds’. Actually, it’s more than hourly, it’s closer to every 10 minutes. The silverware drawer needs organizing. Yep, but I need to drag out my… Continue reading Laziness Raises It’s Ugly Head

Closet · memories · Memory · moving · stress

Cleaning Memory Closets

Stress comes in a multitude of colors, situations, shapes, boxes, and people, and I’ve had 3 weeks of all of them. My days and nights have been cram packed with changes and adjustments creating upheaval in my life: Bidding farewell to my home of 15 years, and my community of 24 years. Emptying out my… Continue reading Cleaning Memory Closets

bags · ball caps · chaos · cleaning · Closet · clutter · Gloves · Hats · humor · packing

More Is Too Much

Uh Oh, I have found more. I mean More of everything. If one is good, 8 is even better. Yep, I’m overwhelmed with ‘stuff’ that has been accumulating in my house for 14 years, give or take a generation or two. I’m still ‘cleaning out’ to ‘make way’ for folks to move into my house… Continue reading More Is Too Much

cleaning · Closet · drawers · humor · panties · socks

Keep It? Trash It? Or…?

I’m in the midst of chaos. Some would call it ‘cleaning closets’. And some would consider it ‘divesting one’s self of no longer needed items’. I call it confused chaos. As I face vacating my house for 6 months and turning it over to a family of 5, I see the need to make room… Continue reading Keep It? Trash It? Or…?

Closet · facade · humor · jeans · ponytail · St. John suits · sweats · t-shirts · tennies · tomboy

It’s not High Fashion, but it’s Me

A blogger (and I can’t find her/him to give credit) pointed out how our clothes serve as a canvas that we use to tell others about ourselves. Yes, I’m paraphrasing and probably poorly, but this is my take away on what I read. The post tickled a spot in my psyche that apparently has needed to be explored… Continue reading It’s not High Fashion, but it’s Me