I'm nesting. Before you get all excited and start sending baby booties and breast pumps, I'm not with child. It's the impending autumn that has me prepping our house. You see, I am ready for dipping temperatures and falling leaves; therefore, in my own little way, I am trying to hustle autumn in a little ahead of schedule.
I don't know what's gotten into me this weekend, but I have felt the need to root through all of those boxes scattered around the house, empty out all of our drawers and sort through your books. I feel the need, the need to reorganize.
I also feel the need, as seasons change, to shed stuff, to make room for the new.
Today my clothing and linen closets saw the wrath of Ragged. As did the shoe and bag bins beneath the beds. You see, we have very, very little storage here, so I have to maximize our unused spaces, including the bottoms of closets and the underneaths of beds.
After all was said and done I had a pile of stuff that either belonged elsewhere in the house, somehow having been removed from its appropriate home; a stack of stuff to be returned or given to a new home; and a few items that, well, I still don't know what to do with.
For instance, I am a journal hog. I can't pass up a pretty blank book. Each holds so much promise, the hope of written words, thoughts, dreams and concerns. I have accumulated quite a few and a girl can only do so much writing, so I weeded out a few of the lesser journals. (It's survival of the prettiest around here.) Now, I just have to find them a new home.
Then there are the flip-flops, a summer staple at the Ragged household. However, some of my favorites last year didn't make it into rotation this year, making way for two very basic pair that seemed to accompany my feet on a regular basis.
And for some reason I feel a little more free, a little lighter and a little more ready to tackle the week. Next on the list is a trunk that promises to bring back a wealth of memories. I may need to save that one for a rainy day.
Autumn, come at us. I am ready for you.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Falling for it all over again
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I know exactly how you feel.
I think for me it has to do with the fact that I know I'll be inside a lot more as it gets cooler, and I don't want to feel like I'm in a cluttery prison.
I'm also a journal hog. Entire shelves are filled with blank ones just waiting on me to fill them up. The completed ones are in a bin under the bed. I even make them, just trying to come up with a better combination of size and paper.
Kinda sick, isn't it?
I love that sense of accomplishment after a good house clearing. It happens so rarely around here that I savor that free feeling. It seems like as soon I get rid of something, another thing fills its space within a few months. It's an illness.
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