Don’t mock me. It was hard. Also, I thoroughly brushed Princess Jasmine Sprite, and! edited the 3,500 words I wrote yesterday (that’s not a bridge, that’s an interstate!), and in a few minutes I’ll do the dishes and then get back to work.
But! Decluttering has happened, and I declare myself Mighty.
Here, have some pictures:
The Before, of the wall over
my Mozart’s rocker. The shadow box is full of teensy, tiny, fragile, um…things. All of which had to be removed, dusted, wrapped and put in the box. I discovered that plushies make really good in-box shock absorbers
It was hard, but I am, as above, Mighty.
I then turned my attention to one of the several bookshelves in my office:
It comes to me that I have ‘waaaay too many stones, and seashells, and acorns — and that’s after the Lightning Decluttering a couple weeks ago when much of that stuff was swept off the table. Also, the top shelf was home to a Whole ‘Nother Bunch of fragile, finicky things, including my poor, unglazed Llardo vulpine madonna and child; the Big Chunk of Glass with the flowers etched on it; the ginger jar with the dragon painted on it; several winged creatures; bottles; the Murano glass egg, like a zillion origami cranes (people give me origami cranes; no, I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to get rid of them, either). . .stuff that’s been with me for most of my life, come to think of it. Thinking of it takes me to odd places, and I set some things aside for yard-saling or giveaway, but most of it? Yeah, I packed it.
I may be a hopeless case.
This is what the bookshelf looked like when I was done with it. I trust that everyone Appreciates the artful arrangement of stones on the top shelf.
I don’t, however, want you to think that I labored alone. Nothing could be further from the truth. Trooper was right there, pitching in.