I’m a firm believer that whatever someone does with a gift is their business. Maybe they keep it. Maybe they exchange it. Maybe they sell it, regift it, or even throw it away. When you’re none the wiser, it’s easy to not care. But what happens when you are?
As a recovering perfectionist, it’s hard for me to admit this. I’ve failed. Again. For the past two months, I’ve attempted the #MinsGame Challenge as a way of confronting the clutter that continues to plague my closets and home. For the past two months, I’ve failed. In September, I failed spectacularly, in October, a little … [Read more…]
So, I’m a teacher. Who’s surprised? Exactly no one who reads this blog, and that’s probably true for people who see me in real life. I’m not sure what it is about teachers, but it’s almost like one of the classes we take is how to dress like a teacher. When I switched dentists a … [Read more…]
All good things must come to an end, right? My streak of months where I kick all sorts of butt with my goals has come to a halt. A screeching, crashing, fiery halt. Even after a mid-month check in, I couldn’t put the wheels back on. The Blog – PASS-ish Reply to all comments – … [Read more…]
Today is the 100-day mark until Half Penny arrives. Countless thoughts race through my mind. Epidural or not? Boy or girl? Cloth diapers or disposables? Will I ever get an adequate explanation of the difference between a bouncer and a swing? And the most important question of all: If I had an engineering degree, would … [Read more…]
I suppose I can blame Marie Kondo for this one. Or maybe it was Gwyneth Paltrow and her GOOP tutorial that sent me over the edge. I hate t-shirts. Even since I’ve started decluttering, I’ve been haunted by the sheer volume of t-shirts taking up prime real estate in my closet closets. Gulp. Sure, there … [Read more…]
Slumps happen. In life, in sports, even on Poshmark. If you find yourself in a selling slump, you can recover. The trick is to find ways to spend as a little of your time as possible doing so. And when it comes to being lazy knowledgeable about Poshmark, I’m your girl. To recap, I’ve already … [Read more…]
Here’s the thing: I don’t drink coffee. I can count on one hand the number of sips I’ve tried. It’s so repulsive to me, I cannot swig it down in a Frappuccino that is 87% sugar, 11% heavy whipping cream, and 2% coffee. I won’t even eat tiramisu, failure of an Italian American that I … [Read more…]
He paid off his student loans flipping furniture. They paid off their mortgage re-selling estate sale finds. I made over $1,000 decluttering my closet. We’ve all seen the headlines. Some of us have even written them (guilty). But you know what? That’s not real life. Not all the time, anyway. When it comes to selling … [Read more…]
Retail therapy. Shopping addiction. Following in the footsteps of Cher Horotwiz*. I have a lot of stuff. Way too much stuff, in fact. While I’ve written about decluttering my office and the whole first floor of our house, I’ve stopped short of sharing the nitty gritty details of the upstairs. Because it’s kind of embarrassing.