Spent the day packing up stuff yesterday and I’ll be doing the same today. I’m almost to the point that if I had a place to go, I could finish up in a couple days.
Gimme a gondola!
A gondola (dumpster) is incoming when I get a target date for the move because I’m not a yard sale person. George Foreman grill… trash. Suitcases no longer used… trash. There’s nothing I’ll fool with to make a quarter or a dollar. I hate going to yard sales and I sure as heck ain’t havin’ one. (Sorry, Mom.)
All the pictures and wall hangings are coming down today to be cleaned and packed for the move. The furniture I planned to put in the dumpster? I’ve decided to move all that stuff for use until I figure out what I want. I’m going to drag out the upholstery cleaner and go to war on them today too.
So out of my zone.
I watched an episode of Chip and Joanna’s “Fixer Upper” where their client wanted the home vibe to be something crazy — nothing like Joanna’s farmhouse style. I feel Joanna’s pain! The place I’m going is NOTHING… and I repeat NOTHING… remotely close to what I like.
A change in paint is NOT going to turn those pine kitchen cabinets into cherry nor the driftwood trim (only in certain places) to match the same wood and finish as all the other trim. My new kitchen is not going to grow in size.
Funny thing is… I DON’T CARE.
TIL (Today I Learned): Ronald Reagan started eating Jelly Belly’s to quit smoking and kept it up so much that during his terms as President he would have more than 300 thousand jelly beans shipped to the White House each month.