First 17 Things – Gone!

Facts: I spent several hours today getting rid of stuff.  Here’s the rundown:

There’s a pile of clothes to be given to Goodwill, including:

  • 3 sweaters
  • 2 fleeces
  • 1 vest
  • 1 wrap
  • 1 blazer
  • 2 spring jackets
  • 1 pea coat
  • 1 crocheted shawl (no, I’m not a grandma!)
  • 4 pairs of socks
  • 1 bathing suit
  • 1 pair running tights
  • 3 beanie babies (I know these aren’t clothes, but Goodwill takes Tchotchkes!)
  • 1 beaded necklace

I have two grocery sacks of books to be donated to the library book sale (must find out where these can be dropped off – I refuse to keep them in my house for an extended period of time!)

I threw away 2 items: a leather book dust cover, and a soap dish.  The soap dish was bright pink and teal.  I believe I’d had it since I was 13.  And that was oh, more than a few years ago.  So into the garbage it goes!

Analysis: This was kind of a sporadic purge.  I moved from one small area of my house, worked on a section, then moved to the next, etc, etc.  I didn’t concentrate on say, the linen closet, and completely purge that.  Which I think is fine, for now.  I’m at the point where there’s so much stuff to get rid of, wherever I look is something to toss.  So I just kinda willy nilly work my way through the rooms, stopping wherever I want and tossing stuff into bags.

I know I’ll have some hard decisions to make in the near future.  For example, in my closet is a leather purse I purchased in Italy a 2 years ago.  I didn’t pay much for it, and will get rid of it, probably in a day or two.  But, I had this distinct thought: “I can’t get rid of this, I bought it in Italy.”  Now, keep in mind these two things:

  1. I don’t really like the purse – it doesn’t pass the “elbow” test, and while it’s Italian leather, it isn’t melt-in-your-mouth-soft-like-butter-leather.
  2. Okay, only one thing.

But it’s a major thing: I don’t like it. The only reason I don’t want to get rid of it is because it’s a souvenir. I feel like since I bought it overseas it must be special and therefore I must keep it.  Which is crap.  Really, it is.  When I think of my trip, do I want to be reminded of a crappy purse I bought even though I kinda knew even then I didn’t like it, but really wanted an Italian leather purse?  No.  I want to think about my trip and remember the dark misty alleys of Venice, the sounds of the lapping canals against the boats, the echos of the singing nuns in St. Peter’s Basilica. That’s what I remember.  And I don’t need a purse to jog the memories, thank you very much!

On a similar, but slightly different note, the purse does something else whenever I see it.  It kinda brings me down just a little bit whenever I see it, thrown up on the top shelf of my closet.  I mentioned above that I bought it because I wanted a leather purse.  But I was a bit short of spending cash on that trip.  What I should have done was either just not gotten a bag, or straightened my shoulders and decided to screw the budget and go balls in a buy an expensive, but totally worthy, buttery soft bag.  Instead, I bought something I wasn’t totally happy with, just to buy something.  So now I’m stuck with a bag I don’t really want but am reluctant to get rid of because it came from Italy.  Well, kids, I’m over it.  As of now, I’m completely over it.  And I’ve learned my lesson:

Go big, or go home.

Meaning: if I’m going to buy something, make sure it’s the right thing.  Knowing myself as well as I do, I have a feeling I’m going to have to learn this lesson over, and over, and over.  And over again.


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