|new specialty one-off: bohemian home|
That’s what finally gave me the will to start putting my old magazines to the curb…where they belong.
|what was behind a chair: four huge stacks being sorted by title|
|stacks of catalogs and books, and linens that also have no home|
That said, buying new magazines conflicts with my mission the same way you can’t pay off a credit card while you're still charging on it. It just won’t work. So, I’m committed to dropping a (really large) bundle of magazines on the curb until I’m down to the true keepers (domino, etc). Almost all of the catalogs are gone now, save for the Anthros to be sold online. It’s really liberating seeing them go, now that I really noticed how deep the situation had gotten. And it wasn’t just magazines. The books have gotten out of hand too. Those I give away. And some of the bedding must go.
|it really is all too much once it's all out in the open|
By summer’s end, I’m really looking forward to reclaiming my storage space and not having more than fits into them. The going is slow, but steady.
Wish me luck!