Having a little moving meltdown. That is to be expected. So, I stopped for a little online window shopping. Since Mr C dissed my decorating skills I have been trying to reconsider some of my decorating choices. I have decided that milk crates – even genuine milk crates – personally stolen from a real dairy – are not suitable end tables when one is closer to 70 than 60.
Can someone tell me why one would need to hire a decorator? Could a decorator tell my why I need a “Belmont Toilet Tissue Holder” with a 1 year guarantee? Seems to me that every indoor toilet that I ever had had a nearby wall mounted paper holder. Some folk have more money than sense.
Took the unloved working computer stuff to the Goodwill and the dead stuff to the recycling place today. And packed 2 more boxes. Three weeks until moving day – trying to knock out 10 boxes a week. Plus one or two trips to the Goodwill. The Goodwill missions have to take place when Mr C isn’t watching. He doesn’t want to get rid of anything. Ever. Our new apartment is bigger – but has two fewer closets, and less kitchen cabinet space. So, a little downsizing required.