Failing as a Blogger.
I'm still working on the vest for Schaefer Yarns. Still working on Minimalist Cardigan. I'm doing my best to rest my wrist.
And I'm also immersing myself once again into algebra. I'm actually *getting* it. I just have stop listening to the cute Brit next to me. (haha- inside joke for the NHSnB'ers.)
The sun is out, finally. But it's also an obnoxiously cold temp outside.
I just finished watching an episode of Oprah from last week. She had on Peter Walsh, a declutter expert. I love when he's on. There's a lightbulb moment in every show. By nature, I am a clutterer. I love stacks and stacks of things in my house. I have a love/hate relationship with the chaos of clutter. Growing up, I had a few bad experiences with someone coming into my room at night. By having my room a mess, the sound would wake me and give me a few seconds warning.
That internal, instinctive need for a safety net has never stopped. Although the person who hurt me in the past no longer lives with me and although I'm safe, I still feel the need for clutter, especially next to my bed. There's books, knitting, a few jars of hand cream, a lamp, clothes, papers, etc. all piled either on my nightstand or next to my bed. My very patient and loving husband understands why I do it and tends to let it go. When he feels it's getting out of control, he gently advises that I pick it up. Usually I do. Sometimes it's not the right time. Then a few days pass and I clean it up.
Anyways, back to Oprah- whenever Peter is on the show I feel like I need to reign it in a bit. This time I'm going to tackle my closet, which is in The Boy's room. I'm giving myself the generous time frame of one week to get it cleared out. Maybe, if I'm a brave beaver, I'll post a photo of the destruction and of the clean up.
Hubs and I want to move. We've outgrown our home (NOT FROM MY CLUTTER!) and it's time to move on. We can't show our home with my cluttery secrets, can we? So in the next few weeks I know that I have to really reach far into myself and let it go.
Stuff is just stuff.
Just remind me of that in 3 weeks- ok?