Decluttering!
Jan. 16th, 2023 07:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
walkitoutIt was not intentional, I promise you!
I know everyone is tired of the carryon only saga, at least, everyone but me. But I’ve been continuing to mine this rich seam of psychological baggage associated with baggage for self-insight and actions to make my present and future better. I have a super deep history of buying packable wtf, and then being dissatisfied with it. Also, specifically, packable rain jackets. I’m starting to realize that color actually matters to me more than I realized, and for this round, I’m being unbelievably finicky about color, and just not buying a new thing but sticking with the old thing, if I cannot get a color that is really something I love and want. Specifically, I realized that I will go to the effort to repair a broken zipper slider if I love the color of the coat. That says it all, really. Also, FixNZip is excellent.
As I was exploring my past purchases on Amazon (searching order history for “packable” not in quotes), I found a 2018 order for a Matador (why) packable daypack, that I spent a ridiculous amount of money on (3rd party seller — I overpaid by $25, which for a Matador daypack, really is saying a lot — good news, I noted in my blog that I really need to stop buying from 3rd party sellers, so I absolutely learned that lesson way before everyone else did during the pandemic. Obviously, I sometimes continue to order from 3rd party sellers, but only when I really have given the options and the pricing a lot of thought). I have _no_ recollection of the backpack, so I went through this blog, and found a reference to it in which my son took the backpack in question to Canobie Lake. So I asked him if he knew where it was. He went looking for it, and didn’t come back for a while, so I joined him in the search in his room.
First, I offered to hang things up. Then I started offering to fold things. Next thing you know, we’ve got a garbage bag full of broken electric blanket and similar, and another bag full of a half dozen or more pairs of dead shoes. He has a history of, I need new shoes, but refusing to let go the old ones. Well, he got rid of all of the old ones at once. What with trying things on and so forth, a _lot_ of stuff left that room, and the closet now looks really much more functional. Altho I have a screw in my pocket that I need to figure out where it goes, because it probably came out of the closet system.
We went out to dinner at 110 Grille, because I’d burned through an hour doing that, and it’s too gross out to use the grill on the porch for chicken, and I don’t have any hamburger buns, so we gave up and went out. I had the bang bang cauliflower. Mmmmmm. We’re making brownies now, because we were tight on time, and R. wanted to come back for a bike ride at 8.
I know everyone is tired of the carryon only saga, at least, everyone but me. But I’ve been continuing to mine this rich seam of psychological baggage associated with baggage for self-insight and actions to make my present and future better. I have a super deep history of buying packable wtf, and then being dissatisfied with it. Also, specifically, packable rain jackets. I’m starting to realize that color actually matters to me more than I realized, and for this round, I’m being unbelievably finicky about color, and just not buying a new thing but sticking with the old thing, if I cannot get a color that is really something I love and want. Specifically, I realized that I will go to the effort to repair a broken zipper slider if I love the color of the coat. That says it all, really. Also, FixNZip is excellent.
As I was exploring my past purchases on Amazon (searching order history for “packable” not in quotes), I found a 2018 order for a Matador (why) packable daypack, that I spent a ridiculous amount of money on (3rd party seller — I overpaid by $25, which for a Matador daypack, really is saying a lot — good news, I noted in my blog that I really need to stop buying from 3rd party sellers, so I absolutely learned that lesson way before everyone else did during the pandemic. Obviously, I sometimes continue to order from 3rd party sellers, but only when I really have given the options and the pricing a lot of thought). I have _no_ recollection of the backpack, so I went through this blog, and found a reference to it in which my son took the backpack in question to Canobie Lake. So I asked him if he knew where it was. He went looking for it, and didn’t come back for a while, so I joined him in the search in his room.
First, I offered to hang things up. Then I started offering to fold things. Next thing you know, we’ve got a garbage bag full of broken electric blanket and similar, and another bag full of a half dozen or more pairs of dead shoes. He has a history of, I need new shoes, but refusing to let go the old ones. Well, he got rid of all of the old ones at once. What with trying things on and so forth, a _lot_ of stuff left that room, and the closet now looks really much more functional. Altho I have a screw in my pocket that I need to figure out where it goes, because it probably came out of the closet system.
We went out to dinner at 110 Grille, because I’d burned through an hour doing that, and it’s too gross out to use the grill on the porch for chicken, and I don’t have any hamburger buns, so we gave up and went out. I had the bang bang cauliflower. Mmmmmm. We’re making brownies now, because we were tight on time, and R. wanted to come back for a bike ride at 8.