My tombstone will never extoll my virtues as a housekeeper. Not sure if it will extoll anything, but that will certainly not be a heralded accomplishment.
But today I need to focus on my second floor, a good cleaning is in order. When I’m so crazy busy I give it…what MY mother called “a lick and a promise”, just enough to keep it clean enough not to be on TLC, but certainly not enough to make it onto HGTV.
But in addition to the cleaning, I need to go through my closet. I’ve achieved enough weight loss and shape change, that I need to purge, that which does not fit anymore. Some of this will be epically sad as there are things I really love, despite the fact I hate the size label on them. There will be things I will get resized, as it’s cheaper than buying new, but that’s mostly but super formal business wear. Rather than spending $60 on new dress pants I’ll spend $20 to get them taken in. I have a skirt I just love, trumpet flared, that I will also get taken in, not sure if I could ever find it again in my size, but I love the drama of the trumpet.
I will donate what I cannot wear. I don’t believe in keeping clothes I cannot wear, there are others looking for clothes, and I never intend to be this size again. This isn’t maternity clothes where you may just have another kid, so you hang on to them.
I’ll see how big the pile gets.
I need to do something constructive and helpful. I woke up in a mood, a sad mood, a lonely mood, and I need to do something to pull myself out of the funk, and a nice clean second floor will do the trick.
When I go to bed it will be nice and tidy and fresh…that’s the plan!