Tag Archives: Stuff
I’m leaving tea towels aside today to celebrate the emptiness of my storage space. It took over a year to empty it completely. Surrounded by all my stuff again, it’s time to get back to thoughtful analysis of what is … Continue reading
I’ve been sorting through my “stuff.” It’s time-consuming and emotional. I pick something up, look at it, and drift off into a reverie. Twenty minutes pass and I still can’t remember why I was saving the puka bead shell necklace. … Continue reading
Uncle Bob says if we don’t have it in the barn or the shed, we probably don’t need it. Uncle Bob is usually right.