The Great Attic Cleanout '11
I WAS going to just 'clean out the dormer space'.
What looked like this three days ago:
:
Now looks like this:
Well, sort of. I have moved the rest of the boxes, but filled it with trash bags full of clothing, just to keep them out of the way.
It has turned into The Great Attic Cleanout, wherein I purge all the unnecessary crap from our upper level storage space. The first SIX contractor sized bags (oh, sorry, Hubby tells me there were seven) were filled with old shirt boxes and gift bags, accumulated over the years, saved for those occasions where such stuff might come in handy. Except they weren't stored, just kind of tossed, and many were now unusable, faded, torn, or covered in Attic Crud. Attic Crud is the mystery dust and other stuff that appears and coats everything in the attic, usually clumpy and odd-colored.
Boxes of old toys were next - not the good toys that Boy will look back on fondly. Those I saved in plastic tubs. Stuff that I have NO IDEA why I saved but guess I couldn't bear to throw away.
It's outta here. Along with eight years' worth of outgrown and still useful clothing, which will be donated. When I am finished, you will be able to dance across this attic. It feels good, both to have a project and to un-clutter my house. Very cleansing, in more ways than one. I think I needed to do this.
I also found...my theater scrapbook. Loaded with cast pictures, cards that came with flowers, newspaper clippings, and program covers. You want to hear something really funny?
There is a program for a show, and MY name is next to the words "Stage Manager".
Funnier? My name next to the words "Master Electrician".
Yes, I really used to do those things. I've done singing, dancing, Stage Managing. I've been missing it lately. Maybe it's my mid-life crisis kicking in.
I will eventually scan them all in, or at least some of them, and then you can see. And laugh. It's okay, because I'm laughing too.
What looked like this three days ago:
:
Now looks like this:
Well, sort of. I have moved the rest of the boxes, but filled it with trash bags full of clothing, just to keep them out of the way.
It has turned into The Great Attic Cleanout, wherein I purge all the unnecessary crap from our upper level storage space. The first SIX contractor sized bags (oh, sorry, Hubby tells me there were seven) were filled with old shirt boxes and gift bags, accumulated over the years, saved for those occasions where such stuff might come in handy. Except they weren't stored, just kind of tossed, and many were now unusable, faded, torn, or covered in Attic Crud. Attic Crud is the mystery dust and other stuff that appears and coats everything in the attic, usually clumpy and odd-colored.
Boxes of old toys were next - not the good toys that Boy will look back on fondly. Those I saved in plastic tubs. Stuff that I have NO IDEA why I saved but guess I couldn't bear to throw away.
It's outta here. Along with eight years' worth of outgrown and still useful clothing, which will be donated. When I am finished, you will be able to dance across this attic. It feels good, both to have a project and to un-clutter my house. Very cleansing, in more ways than one. I think I needed to do this.
I also found...my theater scrapbook. Loaded with cast pictures, cards that came with flowers, newspaper clippings, and program covers. You want to hear something really funny?
There is a program for a show, and MY name is next to the words "Stage Manager".
Funnier? My name next to the words "Master Electrician".
Yes, I really used to do those things. I've done singing, dancing, Stage Managing. I've been missing it lately. Maybe it's my mid-life crisis kicking in.
I will eventually scan them all in, or at least some of them, and then you can see. And laugh. It's okay, because I'm laughing too.