Clearing the clutter, phase I

So I needed a Rubbermaid Tote. Like any self respecting fibre artist, I have several at my disposal. Unfortunately they are full of items, but that doesn't deter the determined.

I found the one that had the least sentimental items in it. It was a box from my teaching days down at a drop in centre for sex-trade workers. In it were several lovely craft items, lots of odds and ends and lots of junk. Easy pickin.

Made a box for WISH, one for the give-away and one for the garbage. Now I have the box. After emptying that box and making those "decisions" about where to put the stuff, I was on a roll.

So I entered my bedroom. Yes. I entered my bedroom, pulled the curtain back from my closet and looked inside. Yes, I thought. I am up to this.

One by one I removed the items that I soooooo love, yet haven't worn in ages. I even tempted myself by trying them on. Guess what? Not only were they ugly and horribly out of style, but they didn't fit me anymore.

The reasons for that will be a later posting.

Since they were ugly (and didn't fit me, but we won't talk about that right now) they easily went into the "give-away" pile. Once I got started it was easy. Then I hit my chest of drawers. Man, I have lot's of tops. Remember the grade 6 -7 obsession with "tops"?

"Mom, I need a new top."

"Did you see Dawna? She has a new top."

Wow. What a waste of time. I have more tops to satisfy a village in Africa. It's embarassing. After I sifted through my top drawer I hit the trouser drawer. This is getting easier as I go along. I love this. The give-away pile grew and grew. I had fewer and fewer clothes, but I felt lighter . Less to deal with, less to move around, more to give away.

Now back to the original task, the Rubbermaid box and packing up my studio. . . .