Some people would probably call what I am going through right now “nesting.” If it is, indeed the nesting instinct kicking in, I am doing it in a crunchy, organic, I-should-have-been-a-flower-child sort of way. With a name like Sunny, I probably should have been a flower child.
Actually according to Wikipedia, I am a flower child in a Gen X sort of way:
In the singular, the term flower child was later appropriated to mean Generation X children who have been raised by hippie parents, whether the child was a hippie or not: as of the 1990s, flower child could refer to any child brought up in a hippie-like household or having a notably hippie name. People having unusual names such as Cree Summer, Moon Unit, Rainbow Sun, Star, Sunshine, or other similar names might be referred to as flower children, regardless of their politics, parentage, or cultural background.
It started with a desire to trade out all those nasty chemical, but pretty colored cleaning products for more eco-friendly, less toxic cleaning goo. So far, the magic ingredients for cleaning is baking soda and vinegar (not together though because that would take an acid and a base and make a neutral).
Then I decided to trade out paper towels for microfiber cloths. I figure this was the tightwad in me talking. In my thinking, buying paper towels supports the logging industry. I live in logging country so paper towels help support the local economy. Trees are also a renewable resource, and the paper towels are fairly biodegradable (much more so than…say…disposable diapers or plastic bags). Still, I can buy 8 microfiber cloths for less than $5 and use them for a lot longer than I would have used $5 worth of paper towels. And I like the way the cloths clean and feel on my hands better.
Finally, I am in a serious decluttering mood. We just moved, and we unpacked just the necessities. All the extra, unpacked boxes are in the extra bedroom that will become the baby’s room. Yesterday I got rid of the velvet scraps I had been saving for a crazy quilt. I tried to figure out when I would have the time to make that quilt. The answer was, “probably not in the next 20 years, and if I do have the time, I can find more velvet.” On the way out to the trashcan, I walked into the screen on our slider door. I came in and had a cup of tea. Somethings are just hard to get rid of.
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Yay for the trashcan?
I’ve been very good at tossing things away and fighting that ‘but one day….” instinct.
and thanks for another laugh
Anna, I miss you so. Why couldn’t Josh have gotten a job in North Idaho? Or even Eastern Washington?
My bigger challenge than “that one day” instinct is keeping books because of their intrinsic value as books rather than because I think I will *ever* read them again.