It's' time. Today is the day. I am so tired of the excess....so tired of cramming clothes in drawers....tired of closet doors that don't close entirely....tired of toys without homes....tired of being tired.
Well, my friend, no more. NO MORE!! I am waging a war against the excess.
Today at my mom's group, I spied this gal (an awesome gal!) who is about the size that I used to be. The size of more than half of my wardrobe. I asked her if she would be interested in some clothes. Told her I was going to do some spring cleaning. She responded enthusiastically. Yeah! I hope she has more closet space than I, as I'll be needing a moving van to deliver it all to her. Nearly. Ahahahhahaaaaa, sucker! Exess clothes, exit stage left.
The toys will be a little trickier to dispense. I started laying some ground work with my 3 year old son. We were digging through his toy box. I pulled out several cars, the chubby plastic ones with a face (you know the kind) and said, "we better set these aside, they're baby-ish ." Presto! Now all I need to do is repeat that over and over until we've dwindled his supply of loot into a managable quantity. Preferrably an amount that will fit neatly into said toybox.
The young lady will be a harder sell. She loves everything. Everything. Seriously. I'm thinking I'll need to do a sneak attack on her belongings. I've already got a good notion of what to keep....anything that isn't in her closet. Her closet has been untouched by human hands for a good month. Maybe two. So I am convinced that she won't notice if all those things go missing. She just can't witness any of it....or all will be brought back into circulation. Thwarted!
My plan is to tote the goodies in big bins, label nicely, and store them on shelves, that my husband will build me, in my basement.
The best laid plans of mice and men...
I'll let you know how it goes.