[August 24th, 2015]
We keep on saying this, but this loft looks more empty everyday!
More prized little items sold off the site this weekend (we're going to be 1-mushroom down!) and will leave Wooster street when their new owners come to claim them this week and next. We moved all these items (sold and yet-to-be sold) atop the red turkish carpet yesterday when we had a new friend come over to take a look at the dining table. And it looks like all that decor will be there to stay, until each item has a new home to go to.
So what about the clothing and the books, etc. that we were talking about?
The answer is a big, proud YES. Saturday night, we did indeed create a mountain of colorful threads on the bedroom floor, and we weeded through every last piece of clothing and each and every book we could find in this place. There is a stack of about 70 books to be donated, and 9 (NINE!) recycling bags full of clothing that no longer serve us.
Our siblings, and anyone else who is interested in some new threads, have free reign to go through this stuff before we carry the bags off to charity.
There was a moment yesterday, when I opened my closet doors to pick out something to wear, and I realized that I could physically see every piece of clothing that I own. I know each and every one, and I'm thankful for each and every piece.
I ended up choosing a shirt yesterday that my mother bought and never wore. She gave it to me a year ago and I've worn it only one time since. If you know my mother, you know that she has impeccable taste in fashion (an industry which she dabbled in another lifetime ago). This shirt was one that was definitely meant to be hung neatly on a hanger, yet in the midst of all my other clothing overflowing the rack, it never had a spot. So there it sat, for a year or so, folded and forgotten between other t-shirts I've had for years and haven't worn...for years.
As I got dressed yesterday, I looked at all the clothing I decided to keep, which are pieces that truly serve me. My mother's shirt shined on its new hanger and then walked out the door with me to receive complements from strangers throughout the day. Yes, I have less...but it really means so much more.
Winter coats, as you can see, were also sorted through, and now instead of 7 coats (3 of which I actually wore last winter) I decided to keep 3. We made fun with one of them and this cat hanger before we finished the big weed-through on Saturday and started making dinner around 9:30p. We also realized that this cat needs a new home too, because he's just hilarious.
Happy Monday and a wonderful week to everyone! :)