What we promise ourselves and what we really do

It's only small stuff, but more surfaces are appearing now. Tougher surfaces now, though. I found it hard to do the top of my chest of drawers in the bedroom. I got 'old', and instead of straight away relocating misplaced things I have left them piled for later removal. Let's be honest here, when you are a squalorist 'later' never comes, especially when it relates to 'piles'. I need to eliminate this bad old habit.

I bought 'stuff' this morning, too :-( I picked up books in a '3 for £1' deal. Admittedly two of the books I will read fervently, since they are by a favourite author, but the third came along for the ride. I should bin it now, I guess.

On the 'up' side, though, I did half my linen cupboard yesterday. Throwing cloth away is a hard thing for me, especially retro stuff. The hardest thing to lose was a little handkerchief with some particular form of embroidery on it. I didn't know where it had come from, though, so really I had no reason to be sentimental with it, it was too small to bother trying to sell, so in the end it got into the bin, but it was difficult.


Update...

I've managed to bin that third book. Those of you who know me will understand just how hard that was. At first I wanted to allow myself to cut out and keep some of the illustrations, but with the proviso that unless they made their way into a scrap book this week they'd have to go. Of course this then wouldn't help me get rid of my scrap book collection, though... So it's gone, the whole thing, even if I did console myself with the idea that the images could probably be found on the Internet should I ever really need them...