The Decluttering Falacy

Here’s what sparked this post: I have new clothes and the same non-existent space to store them, so I’ve been looking through items in my closet that can be donated. I’ve found two skirts that don’t fit properly anymore and a pair of lavender bell bottom pants. Except my mother told me she could dye them burgundy so the pants are staying.

I took advantage of the momentum and went through my eyeliners (hence the picture). I’m only getting rid of one because it’s the only one that’s dried out.

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An ugly sneaker, by any other name, is still ugly.

I feel like ranting, so indulge me.

I’ve been in Farfetch’s website lately to take advantage of their 30% extra of sale items, and obviously, I’ve browsed the shoe section. Since I tend to remove sneakers from my page – I always filter for mid and high heels – I had the hope feeling that the ugly shoe trend might be gone by now. I mean, it’s been a year.

How naive of me.

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So here’s the scoop.

I’m currently sitting at my couch, watching the latest “This Might Get Weird” podcast episode, eating Doritos. Finally.

I finished moving in with Sir Boyfriend. That implied moving in the 5 giant mirrored wardrobe units (and their content) that were lining the walls of my closet room on my previous house.

I started renting out said previous house, ’cause I’m a (small) home owner. That’s how I (modestly) roll.

Our balcony floor was cracked. Had to fix that.

Our eletric panel broke. Had to fix that.

Our kitchen is starting to fall apart. Still have to fix that.

Went to a wedding.

Gathered budgets for a new kitchen.

Went to another wedding.

Went to Turkey for 2 weeks and came back having to plan a wedding.

This was my sheepish way of telling you I was busy thus justifying my hiatus from blogging. And tell you I’m engaged.

engagement ring on a ballon basket over Kappadokya
He’s stuck with me. Score. 🙂

Sir Boyfriend will be Sir Fiancé from now on. I guess after the 2 days it took to move in the wardrobes, he realised I wasn’t going anywhere soon.

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