I finished sorting through a pile of clothes that lived in the center of mom’s closet (its a walk-in closet) and discovered there was a plastic storage bin hiding underneath. After clearing away the clothing, I realized I had found the handbag burial grounds. I shall never need to buy another handbag as long as I live, fortunately mom had great taste in purses. Dad said there are more in the basement, I hope he doesn’t bring them up here. I don’t have a count on them yet, there are many. The number of handbags doesn’t bother me so much. I’d rather deal with purses than the shoes, oh lord, the shoes. There are at least 3 garbage bags full of shoes in the basement, I know this because I put them there in an attempt to keep mom from wandering at night. She wasn’t so far gone that she would leave without shoes. There are a modest number of pairs still in the closet, mostly heels and hard soled shoes, ones I could hear her walking around in. I need to sort them into matching pairs, figure out which ones fit me, and of those that fit me, which ones I would actually wear. Just because the shoe fits, doesn’t mean its comfortable. I tried on one pair and it was totally a “ohmahgodohmygodgetthemoffme” moment. I think they were land piranha masquerading as a pair of Naturalizers. I also need to get a count for donation purposes. You know, all this stuff really should have been handled in an estate sale. I know we have exceeded the maximum donation amount dad can claim on his taxes.
The closet is nearly cleared out other than one small hanging section and the shelves. I’m fairly sure the clothes remaining will all be donated, not sure why I don’t just grab them and stuff them in a box. I think its because, once they are gone, they are gone. It will also mean I will need to sort through my closet and try to figure out where to put all the things I have found. My closet is rather small. Good thing I have all these empty storage bins lying around. And yes, I’m being sarcastic. I will use a bin for the clothes set aside for crafting purposes, may need two.
All of this sorting has me thinking I should get rid of my things too. Its not like there will be anyone around to clean up after me when I die, so I should really simplify. I think having less stuff will make me happier in the long run.
After seeing the single square released for this week’s CAL update, I figure I’ll hold off a while. I like the square, but its not enough for me right now. I’d hoped for at least 2 new patterns. Its okay though, they will come in time, and while I wait I can work on other things. I pulled out the geranium needlepoint to see what I was getting into. Mom had begun the upper left quadrant, made a mistake, started to pull it out, and then abandoned it from the looks of things. I’ll leave as much of her original effort as possible, but I’ll have to finish removing the cut threads. I decided to work on the solid yellow portions of the chart before fixing the cut part or messing with any of the fussy colour changes. The canvas is very crumpled and we don’t have a stretcher frame, at least I don’t think we have a frame, so I’m not sure how this will turn out. I’m hoping it will flatten out as I am stitching.
Here it is in all of its crumpled glory. Mom’s work is on the left, the part I started is on the right. Its over 14 inches wide and tall, so I’m wondering if it is too big for an album cover afterall. I have time to think on it, its going to take a while to finish stitching it.