the half-a-disaster apartment
Every time I look at the piles of plastic bins of various sizes stacked in the living room and feel like screaming, I remind myself that there is only one bin residing in hiding under the bed and that I’ve donated 8 bins worth of stuff at least this week.
I put out more than 400 DVDs on Tuesday night and the last of them were scooped up early this morning. Towels, sheets, socks, shirts, and skirts have disappeared much faster. More than 100 books went out and there are still about 15 of them waiting for someone to grab them, along with a pillow I used to use on the sofa for decoration (until 30 minutes ago) that I just sat out there. I’m accumulating more clothes to put out.
I’m washing the canopy and side hangings for the Himmel Bett now and will put those out tomorrow morning. I’ve decided I should donate the bed. I dreamed about having a bed like this since I was a very little girl but I’ve had and enjoyed it now for almost 15 years. None of the other dreams that went along with having a bed like that will ever come true, I’ve no one to pass it on to, and hanging on to it is just stupid. I am going to hang on to my duvets and duvet covers, however. I can’t make myself part with those, at least, not yet.