On Feeling Pleased With Myself

img_20190329_132635Over a month ago I finally completed a project that had, to be blunt, wrecked my head and made me question my levels of patience. I’m very happy to report that the photobooks of my children’s art spark oodles of joy. The quality is fantastic, they came really quickly and I’m pretty pleased with my work. The work was all worth it and I’m definitely going to use this method of preserving memories for a few other bundles of crap things I want to remember.

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On Feeling Pleased With Myself

Tiny Sparks of Joy

Discovering the Mueller She Wrote podcast and having an equally obsessed friend to pass the good news on to.

Throwing some money at something and it being worth every penny. At nine months pregnant I will pay for some of my problems to go away.

Small bursts of energy in between much longer periods of achy exhaustion.

Friends having good news after a very long time.

A mainly decluttered home which means order can be restored to the whole house in less than an hour after a busy Saturday.

Tiny Sparks of Joy

Tiny Sparks of Joy

Organising our filing system. By system, I mean the drawer wherein resides the Important Stuff we need to hang onto. Shredding is immensely satisfying.

Making six eggs stretch to cover baking, tea time sandwiches, lunch time fritters and breakfast pancakes. I’m determined to empty our fridge before we do more food shopping.

Hibernating in the house today and having a relaxing time of it, in between the various jobs we’ve meant to do for ages, like sorting out our attic which is currently our laundry room.

A week off work. Planning on some gym time, working on the photo books I’ve told myself to get going on and leisurely coffees with a book.

Knowing another unabridged Chalet School book is on the way. The collection nears ever closer to completion.

Tiny Sparks of Joy

Projecting

I have a tidy, mostly clutter free home but I have a few projects I am determined to tackle over the summer.

The first is photos. We have taken more photos in our six years of marriage than my parents have during almost 40 years of marriage. I need to organise them and separate the wheat from the chaff.

I’ve been slowly replacing my beloved paperback Chalet School reprints with original hardbacks. I’m going to sort through the duplicates properly and see what I can sell and donate.

I still have a couple of spots where junk accumulates. These need to go. I’m going to have one small spot where dumping is allowed and that is it.

Projecting

This Was Not A Day Of Rest But It Was Relaxing.

I thought I’d decluttered as much as I could before we moved, but it turns out even someone who’s gotten rid of about half her stuff can still pare down further. Today I decided the Random Boxes Of Stuff that have a habit of accumulating like dustballs under a bed needed to go.

I’ve chucked out makeup I’ve been only half interested in using for months. I’ve collected all the hair stuff I no longer use since I stopped using shampoos, organised it into a box and put it in a bathroom cabinet-it was expensive and I’m not going to throw it out immediately resulting in me needing to rebuy various bits and bobs. I tidied all the hair ties and pins I’ve had on heavy rotation since the aforementioned no shampoo journey into a small metal box that contained lime leaves only 15 months out of date.

I’ve rejigged our spare room to a setup more of my liking and sorted through bedlinen. We moved a chest of drawers that had been in another room into our spare room, it works great and means we don’t need to buy anything else for storage. Given the consolidated linen collection, there are two spare drawers for guests.

I’ve chucked out out of date medication (well, not so much chucked as bagged for disposal the next time I’m in a pharmacy), sorted out our tiny ensuite bathroom shelves and I’m delighting in a clutter-free bedside table. I’ve a bag of items others have told me they’ll use ready to leave the house tomorrow.

This has been relaxing, in a strange way. Getting rid of all the things we don’t need, use, like or want and either recycling them or sending them on to those who will use them is a very good feeling.

I’m not quite finished and I have held onto one broken item that can’t be repaired, but it still sparks joy as it was the first Valentine’s day present my husband gave me, back when we were still boyfriend and girlfriend. It may seem a little strange to keep it, given my decluttering zeal, but sometimes my heart rules my head. It has a new home nestled among the silk scarves I rediscovered during a previous session of sorting stuff out, and now wear regularly because of my new hair situation. I’ll see it every day and I’ll still think happy thoughts.

This Was Not A Day Of Rest But It Was Relaxing.

A Few Of My Favourite Things

Productive tidying, during which I find things I knew were around here somewhere. A lovely L’Occitane soap turned up.

A shower after exercising, even if I’m feel unsatisfied with my progress to date. At least I’m putting one foot in front of the other.

An alcohol free Friday evening which ended in an early night, meaning I was extra motivated yesterday.

Researching possible purchases, and getting as much if not more fun out of doing this as actually buying.

New curtains and lampshades in our bedroom. Finally, the room feels finished.

A Few Of My Favourite Things

The joy that comes from using your orchids

I’ve only just managed to sort out the last few boxes from our recent move. (Side note-it was a month ago, so I’m still calling that recent!) In them I found several items that I’d either been searching for or had forgotten I had. Things like a voucher for a local spa (immediately prompting me to book a massage), a facial toner I had written off as lost, some small leather items of a sentimental nature and a luxurious body cream a friend gave me some time ago.

Finding these things, and organising my wardrobe and tiny bathroom into a manageable space, has led me to use the things I have and make a resolution to buy nothing until I need replacements. I have a lot of eye cream, makeup and lotions and potions to get through, and now they’re in plain sight I find myself reaching for the body cream after a shower and remembering to slather on some eye cream. All of which gives me a little boost each day, and which really cost me nothing because I had everything I need all along.

The joy that comes from using your orchids