Oooookay.
So Joe had to go back to work today, and that meant Sydni and I were left to our own devices for the larger portion of the day. That meant beginning the task of tackling box.. after box .. after box of packed house.
Where in the world to start. Every room is stacked with bins and boxes, and climbing over clutter to get from space to space is the current mode of transitioning throughout our house.
Sweet.
Long story short, today consisted of my hunting down clothing bins and slowly piecing together our closet. Let me preface with the fact that I, over the years, have become quite the shoe fanatic. It didn’t help that my first two retail gigs in college were for Aldo and Journey’s. So, today was a monumental day for me in the fact that I loaded a bin with 67 pairs of mostly mint-condition shoes to donate to the Airman’s Attic. Thirteen of those were Chuck Taylor’s, with which I found hardest to part. It was tough, but I’m sure in a week I won’t think a thing of it. Along with the shoes are going half a closet of clothes, and everything from socks to heavy coats. I must say, it feels good.
Joe came home and made dinner, which we proudly ate on our 30-gal Rubbermaid coffee table substitute. Don’t be jealous ;)
It’s late, and I am exhausted!
Good day, though. Good day.
xo | cmd
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