Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean
I am in a purging mood tonight.
I got rid of shoes that I know I will never ever wear again even if I have the perfect outfit to go with them but really I don't think I like them much any more and besides I recall the last time I wore them they hurt. Shoes that hurt are forgivable if they are Really Sexy. Or cost more than a car payment (which had better be Really Sexy, else why bother?).
I halved my wardrobe, tossing too-large and too-ugly and too-blah shirts and skirts and shorts and tank tops and pants into bags bound for the thrift store.
And I sliced and diced at my feeds, even if I was more conservative than with my clothing.
Yes! I do need to follow the progress of over 100 blogs! What's it to you?
If this mood had struck me this afternoon while still at work I would have thrown away oodles of random boxes my old supervisor hoards, piles of crap that no one knows why we keep but no one wants to throw away, and the basement. Oh, I would have tackled the basement.
This is what happens when friends leave town for the weekend (or longer) and husbands get grumpy and go to sleep before 9pm and brothers direct musicals into all hours of the night and Valette has no one to talk to in person or over the phone or online.
The weekend looms ahead, devoid of human contact.
Think of all the stuff I can throw away.
2 Comments
Woah, that photoblog folder seriously slowed the browser to a crawl, what do you have in there?
Whew, I made the cut. I havent ever figred out feeds. One of these days I am going to see how it is done. There are several sites I like to look at daily, not the least of which is yours.
As for that scary basement, lookout! Just be thankful that pile of 100 or so 5 gallon bucket of paint werent moved in there like it was proposed.