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stuff it ….

25 Oct

rearrange deckchairsHow is it, that we seem to accumulate so much STUFF ?

I almost feel embarrassed at the amount of useless junk that is tucked away in this house ‘just in case’ …. So today, while finding homes for a couple of lovely birthday gifts, I was thrown into that ‘moving deckchairs on the Titanic’ spin.

Now I’m pretty good at being ruthless, can easily discard stuff and clear those decks … but somehow the stuff just comes back. And the time has to be just right… today just wasn’t that day.

I opened cupboards and draws to discover stuff that I had completely forgotten…. and have probably forgotten again, 8 hours later…..stuff that I no longer like … stuff that I never did like…and stuff that no longer serves a purpose….so WHY do I need all this STUFF ?

Yeah, I know I’m beginning to sound like a hoarder … but no I’m actually far from that, I’m just an outa-sight-outa-mind stuff 2kinda girl, so once things are securely stashed… I’m likely to overlook them (unless they’re a daily essential). I love to be surrounded with a minimum of clutter, so the temptation to hide things if there’s a gap or a bit of cupboard space is very tempting.  I’ll find a way to fill it, stash it, or jam it in, in an effort to maintain the calm visual exterior.

BUT I feel a massive cupboard detox coming ~ just waiting on those planets to align and then …charity bin look out ….again !!

 

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the lost art of ironing

16 Feb

When I think back to my childhood, I remember the laundry being a feature of Mum’s life, something she took great pride in. Getting things soaked, washed, hung out to dry, back in and ironed all in the one day was a marathon that she ran with ease…. often competing with my live-in Nan for the gold medal.laundry

So why is it that staying on top of the ironing is such a hurdle for me ?? …how DID I miss out on the ironing gene?

I go through fits and starts… but anyone who knows me well, knows that there will always be one (if not two) baskets of clothes tucked away in the laundry somewhere waiting on their turn to be pressed and returned to their spot in the wardrobe.

Not really a big deal, until … 5 minutes before  time to walk out the door ‘Mr 50 Something’ has his heart set on  wearing a particular shirt …and it’s nowhere to be found.Chaos ensues and stress levels rise, until ‘said shirt’ is discovered in last month’s ironing pile …then the trusty appliance is heated and creases vanished, by which time we are running late. ….again!

Where’s Mum when I need her ? …

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