I must really have been sick: I didn't want to get out of bed. I didn't want to go on the computer. I didn't want to read. If I did get out of bed, I wanted to clean. Very sick, indeed. A few extra degrees in body temperature and I become compulsive obsessive about the DVDs standing rank and file. I'm feeling much better, thank you. And strangely, the garage is now emptied of several useless things and the cobwebs over the front stoop were vacuumed away in a fevered frenzy. All in all, a very productive influenza. I even lost a couple of pounds. I could do with that kind of infection every few weeks. Not likely to happen, though.
Which sort of brings me to my next point. I'm tempted to call out the crafting blog world "it" girls, in your cute little cottages and cozy flats. I want to know: WHERE'S YOUR STUFF? Where do you keep it? If you make stuff, you got stuff. Nothing gets thrown away, because there's a great idea there. The stuff I got? Oh, several hand-carved Italian chairs in extreme need of upholstery, including two wing-backed suckers that just seem to sneer, "No. No you. You no upholster. You too stupido. No toucha me." Then there's the broken surf boards and trashed skate decks: Got ideas for those. Some Thonet chairs. Some 50s GoodForm chairs. An arch lamp, steamer trunks, an old iron crib/could be a daybed, vintage clothes ... I even have boxes of my mother's unfinished projects. Her dying wish: Keep it all together. Boxes and boxes and boxes of minatures and dolls and I don't even know what all. And all of that stuff has to fit between the kids' stuff and the paperwork stuff ... I live in these 1,377 sq. ft. like a big game of Tetris. Or maybe Rubik's cube: Putting something new in requires shifting and turning and twisting and still you've only got one side figured out. This place contains two kids, two parents and two businesses.
The answer, of course, is very easy. Just get rid of it. But would any of you toss out vintage Italian wing-backs, even if they did sneer at you? No. No you.