Cleaning Closets

Thank you everyone who wrote to me about my post regarding dog eared magazine and filling the well and feeling quite overwhelmed with life. And thank you for those of you who read and thought kind thoughts rather than angry thoughts. It means so much to me to know that there are friends like you out there.

Unfortunately, a lot of times when you're trying to simplify, you might find that life gets messier before it improves. Like cleaning out your closet. The best way to clean your closet is to pull everything out of it, sprawl it all over your bedroom floor, bed, chair (if you have one), your living room, your dining room table, actually just put all that clutter everywhere except the closet. Then get tired and give up. Then, start sorting, tossing, boxing, changing your mind about the stuff you were tossing, changing your mind about the stuff you thought you'd keep but then realize you'll never use again, get distracted and start to work on that rag rug that you abandonned 3 years ago...

So, my confession of the day is that I have a lot of crap in boxes, bags, and piles all around me. My intentions are good, though, and look- there's this urge to abandon the junk, throw it all in a dumptster somewhere, and start over with what really matters.

That rag rug.

(Just kidding!)

Actually, I've been transferring my organizing urge to the web site, and have been doing a lot of work on that. We're switching to a new, better shopping cart, and that will all go live sometime this week, I hope. It's a lot of seemingly thankless work, especially when more interesting things are lurking just outside my field of vision, but once it get it all fixed up it'll be great. It'll have cool stuff like inventory counts, so people can't order things that we're out of stock on, and we can sell more one of a kind things without worrying about hurt feelings. It's a lot of work now, but it'll save me a lot of work in the long term... PLUS, upkeep can be done by two people or more, instead of just me! So Mr. can work on the web site when he wants something changed, instead of having to wait for me. Which overall means more time for metaphorical closet organizing and art and magazine creation and roasting vegetables and surfing etsy. If I can manage to step over all that junk from the closet that's all over the place. We'll see.

Anyone want a green suede jacket that is still just as hip as it was in 1985? Maybe I'll just cut it up for the rag rug.