Oh my.
Part of the process of getting organized around here is beginning to deal with the Absurd Excess of Stuff that is in this house. I mean, it was bad before Mark moved in, and then–well, Mark moved in.
(and to think! I moved here from a one-bedroom apartment, not five years ago; after leaving nearly all my belongings behind in The Divorce.)
Part of the process of dealing with the Absurd Excess of Stuff is the pile phase. As in, gather like-minded things together, put them in a pile, sort through that pile.
I’ve made a preliminary stab at Book Reduction. The pile (and the two cardboard boxes) on the floor are just from the front-hall bookcases. Mark has veto power on getting rid of any of those books; but, I think those are books I don’t need any more. Maybe Powell’s wants them.
Then there are Christmas cards. I want to keep the ones with actual family photos; but the rest? I’ll probably look at them one more time, then let them go.
But the problem never ends. Because new things enter the house all the time. Here is a pile of three corsets, that I haven’t even tried on yet.
Sigh!