(I swear, the emotional workout I'm getting from all of this turmoil is matched only by that of the physical one that my poor body is getting from pushing all of this crap around.)
Up until yesterday, I felt like my plan was well-controlled and that every single thing had a place at CS2. Yesterday, though, I think I was so surprised to come across all of that memorabilia that I went on a frenzy of cramming stuff into boxes and deciding I would worry about them later.
But I can't do that.
There is only so much square footage in the new place, and despite my very best efforts at culling, you can't...no matter how hard you try...put ten pounds of potatoes in a five pound bag.
Now, before you panic and think I've decided to abandon all of these treasures...breathe deeply and relax. My dad is apparently on the case and all will be well.
I was tossing and turning and fretting and worrying how and where I was going to store all of this, when I heard my dear dad say "CJ. Take a breath, honey. Move all of your things according to your plan and put them away in your new little house. You will have plenty of time to come back here and sit quiety and sort and organize all of these things, and by then you will know exactly what you'll have space for. Wait until you're finished moving and have had a day or two to rest so that you can do this rested and clear headed. Nothing good is ever decided when you're doing it during a time of fear, stress, and great emotion."
As usual, I immediately felt better.
So I'm going to move the memorabilia back into the guest room closet today and then will look forward to coming over in a few weeks and just sitting down and carefully going through it all. I might even grab a couple pretty storage boxes from the Michael's to put the dearest keepsakes in. I bought one for Stewey a few months ago, and I have really enjoyed putting little things in it here and there that I want to keep in remembrance of him.
So that solved the memorabilia problem.
The walls, however, and all of the crap that I had hanging on them, are a different matter entirely:
Dad had nothing to say on this subject other than "You're on your own, kid" so I suppose I am left with the same dilemma. I do not have a big white wall of nothingness at CS2, and I'm not sure yet if there's a place for a seasonal "gallery" in which I can swap out pieces according to the time of the year, but I think I might follow the same plan as before.
The stuff in the cardboard box is all stitching that I might like to hang now, and the big tub is more of an "archive". There is a large storage closet out on the balcony that is finished, so I might stash this tub in it along with the Christmas decorations and drag it out every now and then to refresh a few pieces.
(This one is all Mom, since one of the running jokes in our house when I was a kid was my dad teasing my mom about putting holes in the wall, and my mom telling him to nevermind. He felt that the way to hang a picture involved careful measurements and levels and all sorts of tools, and she just kind of closed one eye, got a general sense of where she wanted something, and pounded the nail right in.)
I don't even want to think about the poor soul that has to repair all of my nail "incidents" in this here house!
(For the record...I will be using Command picture hanging strips at CS2 to avoid this situation.)
So that's what's in my muddled head today. I am going to finish coffee and the paper and get back to it. Today is knick knack and Christmas decoration day, so I can't wait to see what tonight's meltdown will be about!
We're off like a herd of turtles! Hope your day and night are meltdown free and that you'll come tell me all about it!