Sitting here, on the sofa, I exactly know why I am so tired right now. I have spent the afternoon busy de-cluttering. Running back and forth from the closet, since today's focus was on clothes.
High-end clutter from a high life, I
was not meant to live chose not to live.
Farewell, you life, who isn't meant to be mine, not in a lifetime. Boohoo.
Some of the clutter is special. In more than just one way. Laura Ashley, tailor made, silk and cashmere ... I will try to get some bucks for these. That's why I've spent a decent time ironing as well.
The other clutter - the pile pictured below - will magically transform tomorrow at the homeless shelter. That's where clutter (=trousers and sweaters we don't wear anymore) turns into someone else's new wardrobe and by that it loses the label "clutter".
All clothes are without any flaws: no stains, no holes. Tomorrow's trip to the homeless shelter will be a true win-win so to say.
Shades of grey, blue, accompanied by white and black. A perfect staple wardrobe, including everything - from the coat to the undershirt.
Mr Paula was very supportive. Not only did he let go off two trousers and two jackets, but provided me as well with carboloading.
You know. The brains rely on carbohydrates and de-cluttering the wardrobe is all about making decisions. And bending and stretching and more bending and stretching.
He got the twist:
Now that I am really tired from all the de-cluttering, the photo clutter will have to wait until next week.