Yesterday I packed up 3 giant bags of clothing/purses for donation. 3 HUGE BAGS. Almost too huge to carry. How did I ever collect this much clothing! I still have a dresser full. And about 15 purses/bags leftover WHICH I will be keeping. My dad was like, no. I was like, you can pry them from my cold dead hands.
Wow, I have crap. Crap upon crap. I have actually saved every charge cord I think I have ever used. I don't even know what half of them connect to. Lots of bits of paper too. Things that were important at the time, ha!
I have realized that I don't know where some important things are, like my favorite Indian head ring. I have NO IDEA WHERE IT IS am now devastated.
It kinda looks like this if you've seen it. Like, exactly like this.
Please does anyone have it. Erm, sigh.
My closet is empty. I have SO MANY EXTRA HANGERS. I don't like it. My bedroom feels somehow colder LIKE A BLACK HOLE.
I also realized I've found a ton of old t-shirts. Wicked t-shirts. More than I thought I had. And with great inspiration from my friend I am going to turn them into a QUILT/blanket thing. Tutorial HERE. Seems like a lot of work. And I think I need to buy a sewing machine. But hey! Maybe I can rent one. And I am not throwing out those shirts. Period.