Category Archives: The Great Purge
So this post is about shoes. And before we all get excited that I’m going to be talking about the latest and greatest in Spring 12 feet fashions… Let me stop you right there. I have nothing to discuss in that category. I haven’t bought a new pair of shoes since (quick mental math), gasp, since 2011.
This post is about the hilarious way that the world has of giving you messages. In my case, it was screaming at me to give up my ol’ pair of tennis and move the eff on.
The shoes in question are the pink and grey Pumas pictured above. Essence of effortless cool.
They’re a party on top. Disaster on the bottom…
My shoes are molting!!! During the course of my workday, half my soles fell off. I had to keep looking behind me during a three-minute walk to get lunch. Literally littering with each step. (What I grabbed, pictured to the right.) If there were ever a sign to hang these suckers up by the shoestrings, it was that they were falling apart. I’m not blaming Puma for poor products; I don’t think they’re meant to last a generation. Who knows the actual number of years I’ve had them? Ballpark 10-12 years.
The lesson I’m left with is that I need to get rid of these so I can start making room for future shoes. Which reminds me, that will be the perfect April theme for my DeCluttering 2012 Project.
To the closet!
PHOTOS: Different views of my pink/grey Pumas. The good, the bad and the ugly.
I’m in month #2 of the yearlong quest to organize my life. It’s dubbed The Clean Space-Clean Mind Project, or The Great Purge or The Get Your Shit Together Enterprise. Like I mentioned earlier, February is all about paper. Papers, files, documents, magazines, books, pamphlets, office-type stuff…
Today was a huge day in The Great Purge. My desk was getting out of hand. I spent the last hour and a half making sense of it. Threw out stuff. Recycled stuff. Filed stuff (The filing cabinet is next on the to-do. It’s getting incredibly full) This is what I have to show for it.
Nice and neat, right? You can even see the Animal Butt series painted by a truly avant-garde and underappreciated artist. (Hells yes, I’m talking about me! I’ll be happy to sell replicas — elephant, lion, giraffe)
Just for comparison’s sake, this is how I started out the day…
Right?! Small wonder, indeed!
Hello. My name is Claudia and I’m a borderline hoarder.
I’m not about to get my own TLC special, but there are definitely days when I feel I’m being overrun by the sheer amount of crap I’ve amassed over the years. I’ll tip-toe through my clothes, books, magazines, shoes in a carefully choreographed motion to get from my door to my bed. I’ve moved a lot in my life and I wonder why I never just threw my hands up and got rid of so much stuff instead of schelpping from place to place like a tweaking pack rat.
You’d laugh if you saw my living conditions, but I actually do believe in the “clean space, clean mind” adage. Consistency is my nemesis. I’ll tear through my stuff on a crack-obsessed bender and clean like the dickens. Then, surely and (not so) slowly, the crap inches back in. Why for all that effort to clean, I ask. Instead of staying with it, I let stuff accumulate until the weekend, until next week, until next month, until next year…
Really? Yes, really.
My evidence: Last year, I resolved to purge my life of all this excess stuff. I wanted to get organized and live with the essentials and then some. (Dude, I’m no monk). Needless to say, I put that off ALL the way until this year. I think I failed because I didn’t have a plan. This year, I’m attacking it one area at a time.
Each month, I WILL purge and organize one specific area — Clothing, Shoes, Jewelry, Accessories, Make-Up and Personal Items, Home Goods, Paper Goods, Storage, and so forth.
January was the Clothing Month.
I donated more than 50 items—pants, sweaters, shirts, skirts, shorts —still my clothes spill out into two closets and two dressers. I think it merits a repeat purge later this year.
Up next month: Paper (mail, documents, magazines, books, etc…)
I leave with this German philosopher…
As the biggest library, if it is in disorder is not as useful as a small but well-arranged one, so you may accumulate a vast amount of knowledge but it will be of far less value to you than a much smaller amount if you have not thought it over for yourself.
— Arthur Schopenhauer (1788-1860)
PHOTO: Still from Clueless. Cher and all her clothes.