My life is the makeover...

It's all consuming. I woke up at 3 a.m. and remembered that my closets have carpet in them. This is significant because, at least one of them has a Berumuda Triangle area. It's an area that is kind of deep back inside that you cannot get to and cannot see. I have no idea what is there.

But, in order to recarpet the place, every single thing is going to have to come out of every single closet. ARUGH.

Ok. It's good. I can do it.

I need to get rid of this shit. fj says that the rule is "not touched in a year... better have a damn good reason to keep it." Some of me thinks that I could nearly get rid of every single thing and be ok about it. But, I do have a lot of memorabilia...

• The hand tinted 5x7 portrait of me when I was 1 year old - in it's original 1950's porcelain frame?
• The collection of antique tea cups that my grandma had with my Mom's tea set she played with as a little girl?
• The books that I've saved from my teenaged years (Gone with the Wind, etc. in their old smelly bindings - there is probably a box full.
• The hand mixer and the Cuisineart and the blender - wait, I used the blender once last summer.

For each of these things there is a box or 4 of stuff just like them. Oh and my huge collection of purses and wallets (that I did just winnow down from a ridiculously gargantuan collection only last month). And the freakin coffee mugs.

The clothes are easy. Most don't fit any more anyway and I'd never wear them if they did. Some of the books are easy. The ones that didn't sell on Half.Com get gone. I really don't need 5 spare pillows.

You'd think that having moved around the country as much as I have, I would not have accumulated as much crap but the reality is that IBM moved me and those boys come in and pack up every single thing - the ashtray and the ashes and move it to the new place and unpack it putting the ashes back into the ashtray. So I have 25 years of shit to toss.

But, there is good news. My neighbor down the hall, Kathy, - the one in San Diego - sent a note this morning that I can use her place to store stuff if I need to. That would the very little bit of stuff that I can cram into one of the bathrooms or the kitchen and have to leave somewhere while they lay carpet and paint. It will be so handy to have that.

I'm thinking I'll buy a cart. The condo has some for lending out but I'd like to have one available for the whole process - for moving stuff back and forth to Kathy's, down to the dumpsters, down the the car, etc. I sent a note to the condo manager this morning asking his advice. He might well just say 'use one of these for as long as you like' which would be fine.

Tonight I'm having dinner with my local Queer Eyes for the Straight Girl. Kieran and Alan are busting at the seems to hear the details and I have not gotten the full entire-with-photos skippy on their Paris trip. So Kieran is cooking dinner and I'm dumping all my old wine on them - it's crap wine but maybe they can cook with it. I will never ever use it for anything and it will be a nice way to start the purge.

My life is the makeover...

It's all consuming. I woke up at 3 a.m. and remembered that my closets have carpet in them. This is significant because, at least one of them has a Berumuda Triangle area. It's an area that is kind of deep back inside that you cannot get to and cannot see. I have no idea what is there.

But, in order to recarpet the place, every single thing is going to have to come out of every single closet. ARUGH.

Ok. It's good. I can do it.

I need to get rid of this shit. fj says that the rule is "not touched in a year... better have a damn good reason to keep it." Some of me thinks that I could nearly get rid of every single thing and be ok about it. But, I do have a lot of memorabilia...

• The hand tinted 5x7 portrait of me when I was 1 year old - in it's original 1950's porcelain frame?
• The collection of antique tea cups that my grandma had with my Mom's tea set she played with as a little girl?
• The books that I've saved from my teenaged years (Gone with the Wind, etc. in their old smelly bindings - there is probably a box full.
• The hand mixer and the Cuisineart and the blender - wait, I used the blender once last summer.

For each of these things there is a box or 4 of stuff just like them. Oh and my huge collection of purses and wallets (that I did just winnow down from a ridiculously gargantuan collection only last month). And the freakin coffee mugs.

The clothes are easy. Most don't fit any more anyway and I'd never wear them if they did. Some of the books are easy. The ones that didn't sell on Half.Com get gone. I really don't need 5 spare pillows.

You'd think that having moved around the country as much as I have, I would not have accumulated as much crap but the reality is that IBM moved me and those boys come in and pack up every single thing - the ashtray and the ashes and move it to the new place and unpack it putting the ashes back into the ashtray. So I have 25 years of shit to toss.

But, there is good news. My neighbor down the hall, Kathy, - the one in San Diego - sent a note this morning that I can use her place to store stuff if I need to. That would the very little bit of stuff that I can cram into one of the bathrooms or the kitchen and have to leave somewhere while they lay carpet and paint. It will be so handy to have that.

I'm thinking I'll buy a cart. The condo has some for lending out but I'd like to have one available for the whole process - for moving stuff back and forth to Kathy's, down to the dumpsters, down the the car, etc. I sent a note to the condo manager this morning asking his advice. He might well just say 'use one of these for as long as you like' which would be fine.

Tonight I'm having dinner with my local Queer Eyes for the Straight Girl. Kieran and Alan are busting at the seems to hear the details and I have not gotten the full entire-with-photos skippy on their Paris trip. So Kieran is cooking dinner and I'm dumping all my old wine on them - it's crap wine but maybe they can cook with it. I will never ever use it for anything and it will be a nice way to start the purge.

Cats watching cats watching cats watching...

I'm sure I am the last person on the face of the earth to find The Infinite Cat website but this is hilarious and I just wasted 30 minutes...

Cats watching cats watching cats watching...

I'm sure I am the last person on the face of the earth to find The Infinite Cat website but this is hilarious and I just wasted 30 minutes...