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Monday, February 11, 2013

Hoarder's Part Deux


No, you aren't seeing things I have attached this picture again because I love it.  Her stuff looks interesting, not dirty, and her face is priceless.

I need everyone to step up their game and share the inventory.

So far only the organized have come forward....well one sister in the trenches...but come on!  We can conquer this if only so that when we need to find a pen that writes we can.  Baby steps...inch by inch is a cinch.

How about a box that contains everything you need to wrap a gift?  My present action plan is lacking success.  Because I.....
1)  buy a gift and forget to get a gift bag.
2) go home and find wrapping paper
3) find paper, but where are the scissors?
4) found the scissors, I used them to trim the dead parts off the plant in the dining room
5) no scotch tape...anywhere
6) use a glue gun....
7) burn my finger so I abandon the glue gun idea
8) completely give up and take the gift in the store bag, exchange gift tags at the gift table with a gift wrapped like royalty.
9) enjoy the evening

This morning I went through an entire stack of magazines.  I kept the Christmas ones, and the one that said I could live longer and get rid of unwanted hair.  Even Susie Vogel would keep that one.  Evidently she is the new patron Saint of organization on my blog.  I gave her a battlefield promotion.

But then I missed the garbage pickup this morning!! My guys must get up on Monday morning with the sole intent of coming before I am ready for them.  I could put it out the night before, but I live on the Prairie and sometimes the critters get to my garbage before the disposal technicians do.

So what shall we organize next?

I am learning from Jan who said she cleaned out the attic and her semi-hoarder husband didn't even notice.

I don't want to clear out everything, some of my stuff makes me interesting.  When I read a book I keep it...as a reminder of a good time.  I have a ficus tree that I got 34 years ago.  True story.  Raymond and I found it in back of a florist and brought it back to life, and it is still doing just fine.

I am mostly sad about my closet, not that it is so unorganized, because it isn't but because so many of my clothes don't fit and I don't want to get rid of them.  It is like conceding that this body is OK.  I will need Dr. Phil for that one.

To all of my friends who are such great chuckers, there is a lot of thought that goes into my selective hoarding.

So I am regrouping and hoping for more ideas.  Everyone is curious as to what great stories we do have to tell.

Seriously!