Whether or not I end up moving (my fingers remain crossed it will happen), it seemed appropriate to begin divesting myself of stuff I don’t use, wear or need – and even culling those things I do use or wear, but have far too many of (T-shirts and baking pans, for example).
I’m chagrined to admit it, but the stereotype about women and shoes? Yeah, it fits me. So I’ve been going through my collection of footwear, determined to toss pairs if I’ve not worn them in at least two years. Note that as an excuse for hanging on to those I still like, for the last couple weeks I’ve been consciously wearing into the office shoes unsuitable for my job, then changing into “shop shoes” as soon as I get in. (Also, I’ve forgotten how to walk in high heels.)
I’m down from five to two springform pans, one bundt pan from three and four cookie sheets instead of eight. I now have only enough coffee mugs to last me two weeks instead of a month (that’s not hyperbole; I’ve no idea how I acquired so many).
I’ve even – gasp – started donating books to the library to sell at their annual fund-raising event. It took some serious talking to myself in the mirror, but I finally acceded to the realization that I would never again crack open Franz Fanon’s “The Wretched of the Earth” and that one general thesaurus really is sufficient. (I need to have another little chat with myself, though…there are still piles of books everywhere, some that haven’t been read since my undergraduate days.)
But I can’t seem to cull my
collection of tools. I swigged deeply enough of the Anarchist’s Kool-Aid to build the chest, but it seems I need at least another firkin of the juice. No way am I giving up a dovetail saw.
Also, I’m keeping my cats.
p.s. “Light Enough to Travel” by the Be Good Tanyas is a must-listen.