Another day has sprung.
In a year, will any of these worries really matter? Maybe one, maybe none.
Will it really matter if there are boxes still unpacked in the basement, waiting to be explored? Will it matter what visitors think when they walk through my mismatched, hodgepodge decorating? No. I heard a saying once that I just adore-- "If they mind, they don't matter; and if they matter, they don't mind."
But still, that restless feeling is underlying. It lurks there, like a silent elephant in the room. "Clean. Organize. Sort. Move this piece of furniture 45 times."
So I think it's time to quilt. You agree right?
It's so easy to think "I have too much stuff" when you're in the middle of a move. But once it's in place again, there is such a soothing that happens. Stuff. There is magic in it you know.
We have about three humungous boxes of stuff ready to donate now, things that don't "bring me joy". *** The KonMari Method.
This could be a reason I sell my quilts. I don't need 587 quilts in this shizzle, ya know? A bit of dosh for doing what I love = life that makes sense. (And cents.)
And if I EVER give you a quilt, know that you MUST be one of my favorite people in the world...
Because that hardly EVER happens. hahaha
Yellow cheers me. What colors make your tummy flip?