I did a lot of what I wanted to do this weekend.
Per the
fabric storage post, I took advantage of Labor day sales and got 3 small baskets with lids and transferred some of my smaller pieces to them - it's amazing how much you can get in if you fold everything well and then turn the box on it's side and stack them in like a shelf! I lined the baskets with old sheeting so soft it's almost silk, so nothing's going to get snagged by rough rattan.
As
mentioned before, I made some headway on the kirtle and on good riddance to old rubbish.
Laundry is happening in a timely way.
I had time to read, watch some movies with D., and get a nap in. Judicious rest and hydration and I think I've kicked (or at least held at bay) whatever ick was creeping up on me - maybe it was just dehydration.
I even had time to home pedicure and facial for the first time in [????]
So why don't I feel more accomplished?
I had dreams about cleaning out the guest room and woke up worrying last night about what still has to be done in the basement - the larger boxes are still cardboard, there are books and boardgames that still don't have a permanent Place To Be.
But the simple truth is - I've done a lot. Things are more organized than they were and a lot of junk is out the door, or as good as. I'm reaching the point that I'm intruding on D.'s stuff and on large objects about which a decision can't be made quickly, so I
can't just keep going.
It's enough.