I find I start what I think is a, well, maybe four hour job and a nightmare unfolds slowly before me extending into days.
I am glad I started this now mammoth project early enough as I am entertaining a large crowd twice in the next 10 days. This ahead of the game thing is completely unlike me, as I procrastinate until life is just about unbearable and I am a snarly, bitter mess stuffing everything into closets and under beds at the last minute. Because when I move stuff around there is always piles leftover. As if it birthed more stuff in the middle of the night when I was asleep. I mean if you haul it out to move it to a more appropriate place you should enough room for everything, right? Wrong.
I had wools everywhere. I make anyone else's stash look pathetic in comparison. So now it's all moved to the Seomra Beag (Little Room) and mighty fine it looks on its shelves moved from the main hall. Of course organizing the Little Room meant moving the sewing machine and other temporary shelving, and my antique ironing board given to me by a dear friend when I arrived in Canada first when ironing was de rigeur, pre- permanent press and fashionable wrinkles. The thing weighs a ton but I brought it out here, I couldn't part with it as she has long passed on, dead tragically young in a car accident. Everything I keep seems to have a sentimental attachment.
And I put my little round (heavy, handpainted) table in front of the window with my chair so I could dream and plot what I can do with those wools.
Then books have to be re-sorted and cardboard boxes emptied and contents distributed. So Day 3 and I am still in the process of this mammoth task but actually sensing an ending to it. Which cheers me up intensely and will allow me to focus on menus and guests which I thoroughly enjoy.
And it feels so good. Truly.
I can identify...I have been reorganizing, cleaning, and tidying my apartment for the last 3 days in an effort to reclaim my space now that I am back in town again on a full time basis. It is a very overwhelming task, but I have decided to take it one small piece at a time and pat myself on the back for any progress that is made instead of bemoaning all that didn't get done (which is a trap I sometimes fall into...). It really does feel good to be productive, doesn't it? :)
ReplyDeletei can picture you sitting in that chair, head in hands , looking out the window and plotting away :)
ReplyDeleteI wish my reorganizing would yield nice useful stuff like all that lovely wool. All I get is a lot of odd unclassifiable bits that I don't really know why I have but might come in handy some day, and which I shall certainly want the minute I throw them out.
ReplyDeleteThat reminds me to get myself reorganizing again. I have to do the last bits before I get too old to do it. I don't want to leave behind a mess for the people who come after me. Good luck sorting yours.
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ReplyDeleteI must catch up with you - my interwebz has been pitiful and Kathy D of suspended parliament fame dismisses my complaints with the usual fluff. She was my last resort going up the food chain of Blackberried Ones frowning on webless peasants.
Good for you, yes small chunks works for me too, or on a timer. I have a load of tricks, plus the music, don't forget the music!!!
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ReplyDeleteEven looking at the wools all sorted cheers me and inspires me!
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ReplyDeleteI know that feeling,not wanting to part with whatevers, and what are they anyway? Old handles, driftwood, but I'm sure keeping the collection of buttons. Yes I am.
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Yes Nora, I agree, I don't want my poor descendants moaning and groaning as they toss and toss....
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The process itself may be depressing but the results are most wonderfully uplifting and rewarding.
ReplyDeleteAll your wools look fabulous neatly organised - almost a work of art in their own right. I'm sure they didn't look that good in their previous mode of storage.
Well done you!
Know what you mean about sentimentality making it hard to throw stuff out. Though I try to keep it to one or two keepsakes per person, otherwise there's no room for me and MY personality!
Wow. I came to your blog post after reading Old Woman's blog post about marriage and family and all I can think is Wow. All those relationships, all that wool (and books), Wow.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the big crowds, hope you enjoy it!
yes Laura, I was struck too by how much the sorted wools look like a work of art also! In my move here I threw out and sold acres of stuff so I feel pretty well cleansed to begin with. My books and old movies (which tie in with the knitting) are unnegotiable however. I am still to hang up pictures I once thought indispensable though. Interesting that.
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ReplyDeleteI must head over to Anne's now, your wowing must mean something is afoot in our worlds, I hope your flu is better!!!
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Must be something in our genes that brings on the urge after New Years to reorganize our stuff,our family and our lives.
ReplyDeleteThat wool is piled high enough to pull it over your eyes. ;)
I love the blues! My little room needs bottoming out, as my late mother-in law used to say. When can you start?
ReplyDeleteA happy New Year to you GFB you old wooly headed monster you!
ReplyDeleteYou better watch out, I might knit you a watch cap!
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ReplyDeleteOh you would have to see the joke in this, I am the World's Worst Housekeeper and to ask me to sort you out, good for 100 laughs!!!
Yes I love those blues!!
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I can certainly empathize with the constant organization, re-organization, sorting, procrastinating -- should be doing some of it right now instead of writing this.
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ReplyDeleteI am just amazed I got my house sorted and had 3 huge bags for Sally Anne at the end of it all!!
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