The year of simplicity continues this weekend. I'm being cold and ruthless. But only with the Man's stuff. I'm much more soft and lenient with my stuff.
Seriously, I can't stand the clutter anymore.
Box after box is being opened and looked at with a stink eye. If I haven't used it in the last year, it's going out.
Except for my Winnie-the-Poohs. I can't throw those out. I've had them about forty years, for Pete's sake. I got them before I was born. Ha.
I tossed out so much stuff last week. Stuff I may feel bad about later.
But right now? It feels liberating.My cup of hot cocoa tonight.
It was perfect for a cold night, along with my snuggly red blanket and a pile of knitting in my lap. I finished up an Irish fisherman's watchcap for J. He's been a wee bit upset with me for not knitting him anything.
I tried once.
But that hat was too small. The ear flaps were coming out of the top of his head. Ridiculous pattern for a pinhead.
So I finally made him a hat that fits.
He's a happy guy, especially since he's going ice fishing with a buddy tomorrow and it will be cold. He better not drop it in an ice hole.