I am a Virgo, and we are neat and tidy creatures by nature. OH MY --- while I don't seriously believe in the horoscope thing, this description of a Virgo is uncannily me. I wouldn't bother reading it unless you are a Virgo, but it explains a lot. Maybe I should believe in astrology a little bit more.
It doesn't really talk about neat and tidy, but I used to be.
Here's a story from the past about magazines. I remember the day when I became obsessed with magazines and how they got out of control. I lived by myself in Montreal, worked in Old Montreal, and I was so shy it was painful. So during my lunch hours, I would walk. See, that walking thing is NOT new. But instead of going for long walks, I'd walk to the drugstore that had a newsstand, and I'd browse the magazines.
I think I bought a Woman's Day, or it could have been a Family Circle. Does anyone remember those? Then I bought the next one, and then I got hooked on PC Computing once I acquired a computer, which I remember saying at the time, was a total waste of money. I'm sure there were others, but those were the three main ones.
This was back in the 1980s. Of course, the speed of my acquisitions outstripped my ability to read them. I had them stacked up nicely on the shelf of my coffee table, and "oh -- didn't that look so pretty and artsy?" Well, that stack turned into two and three and so on.
Then I discovered quilting and cycling, and well --- I have a few. It's a hoarding tendency, no question about it. Thankfully, I'm cured -- well, somewhat cured. But isn't it funny how one remembers some minor little detail? I can still picture that first stack of magazines on the shelf of that coffee table and me admiring it. Little did I know what the future brought for me.
I dare not even think of the amount of money I've spent on magazines that were thrown out and never read. Not even going there.
Somewhere along the line, and I suspect it started when M was born, my brain could NOT cope with paper stuff. And it's taken me a long time to surface from that mess.
All that to say that I was searching for a book the other night and I suspect it's in the office somewhere, but where?
I know I have to start cleaning up this stuff, and I rifled through every box here. As I mentioned yesterday, the fact that I could rifle through all the boxes in about one hour means that the mess is NOT horrible.
|The start of the great purge|
|A drawer of receipts|
|A container of junk|
|My daily box of stuff to sort|
|One version of the Chunk of the Month|
|Another version of the Chunk of the Month|
|A list of projects for a sew-along|
|Artists business cards|
I found unopened mail from 2013 or thereabouts. It's in the recycling.
OH -- I know you want to know what was in the envelope. Renewal for my CAA membership.
I found patterns.
|An embroidery pattern|
I found fabric.
Both of those last items are in their proper place. But why didn't they go there years ago? My brain had some resistance to keeping everything neat and tidy. But I hope to conquer that "fear" and stop this insanity. If I have to use my mom as a visual incentive, like I've done for my eating habits, so be it. And I know some of you are cheering me on, and I'm going to keep you all in mind, just like you keep me in your head when you are quilting.
The last thing I'll share with you today is this paper. It's square, and one side is very shiny, the other is backed with this. I have no idea what the paper is to be used for. I thought I could peel it away, but that doesn't work. It is for laminating? I don't think.