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I only made two resolutions this year. I figure if I keep one, I’ve got a 50% success rate going.

#1 is to finish that family tree. I was working hard on it in 2010 and 2011, and then my dad passed away. I sort of lost heart. I know it was a season, however, and bought a filing cabinet just for the research he sent me and I set it up close to my desk so I could follow through when I did decide to pursue it again. I’m ready now.

That’s the thing with grief: don’t try to rush it. Let it take its course. You’ll never fully recover, and that is perfectly all right. Don’t measure yourself against other people’s standards.

#2 is to seriously declutter. WE have too many rocks, bottles, little antiques, dust bunnies, and other odds and ends. I cannot do too much about my husband’s clutter, but I sure as heck can control mine.

I think.

Because the Christmas tree is still up (and will remain up until this coming weekend), I can’t do too much yet. We live in a small house and the Christmas boxes need to be stored before the real decluttering can begin.

But – there’s always a ‘but’ – I can start in my studio. I rearranged furniture so things are more ergonomic and so there’s more floor space. I should have thought of this angle a long time ago. I can only show you one half of the room because it’s a work in progress.

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First up: the office space. Everything is close, but not too cluttered. Reminds me, I need to sit down and pay bills tomorrow evening.

The space where my desk is could be the closet space if we ever decided to finish this room and make the house into a legal two-bedroom home. My desk also sits on top of what was the original stair case. Before the house was remodeled and brought up to code, it probably had those steep, narrow steps to the upstairs and possibly two small bedrooms up here. The remodel took out that stair case and eliminated both upper bedrooms. This room is not a legal bedroom in Oregon because there’s no actual closet. It’s large enough for a king-sized bed, but… rules are rules, I guess. (It was Chrystal’s bedroom when she lived here and it doubles as the guest room, so there.)

I digress.

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This is what I really wanted to blog about. I have been storing junk in the display case. Today, I rearranged the sculpture supplies and put my precious items into the display case. I bought that sucker at a yard sale for $5. It does have lights inside of it, but there’s some great big spider lurking behind the rabbit on the left and I’m not sticking my hand behind the display case to plug the lights on. Not without rubber gloves, I’m not.

It’s probably not a Black Widow (we don’t have those here in the Willamette Valley – too wet – unless one smuggled in), but it could be a Brown Recluse and I’m not going there without rubber gloves. Whatever it is, it makes a helluva strong web fiber.

All my supplies are labeled and stored in the plastic units along the wall. Canes in the old family laundry basket in the corner. (Canes & laundry bin are part of my inheritance. Can you believe my family knew how much I loved that stupid laundry bin with the black-and-white contact paper that they made certain I left Nevada with it? Yep. I “see” things in the contact paper. Probably should blog about that sometime or go see a psychologist.)

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These really have nothing to do with decluttering. They *are* the clutter. I “rescued” the tennis rackets from my dad’s basement. The blue one was mine. I was never any good at tennis. My girlfriend, Lisa, and I used to go to the tennis courts and pretend to play tennis just to talk to guys. But I couldn’t bear to part with the rackets when I found them in Dad’s basement (one is my brother’s racket).

The figurines were on a shelf at Goodwill this summer. I couldn’t resist. I bought them for a couple bucks and then wondered what the heck am I gonna do with those?? Tonight, as I set up my photo shoot, I stumbled onto the answer. I’ll cut out some of the netting on the rackets and attach the two climbers to them. I think it’s going to be a great project.

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I have long wanted a china hutch to display my Trail of Painted Ponies statuettes. I’d have a lot more if my family could only remember that I collect them. (hint, hint).

The second shelf absorbed some of the items my mother collected (the boots, the vases) and a few things that have come my way.

I didn’t picture the bottom shelf, but it has many of the antique bottles we have collected over the years and the “furniture” I am collecting for faerie houses I plan to build “sometime”. In other words, more clutter, but clutter I can’t bring myself to let go of.

We all have clutter we can’t let go of.

 

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2013 Resolutions

Happy New Year!

I refuse to look back at 2012. I have not given much thought into looking forward at 2013, either.

Here’s my New Year’s Resolutions (in no particular order of importance):

1. Take more photos and get better at photography.

2. Build at least 3 Faerie Houses (and consequently move toward actually selling them).

3. Help Harvey lose 10 pounds. I could lose 10 pounds, too, but Harvey needs to more than I do.

4. Create 3 Magic Wands. I should create more, but 3 seems like a magical number, so I will go with it. Besides, I have 3 in the works.

5. Clean out the garage and the shed. What do you mean that’s not a resolution? It’s a goal, isn’t it? And a very over-due project. I resolve to actually getting it done this year.

6.Declutter. I seriously need to declutter. I am going to have to part with rocks. And old jars. Old bottles. Horse tack that I have no horse to attach it to.

7. Find a church I like and start attending. This is the hardest resolution as I am terminally soured on the “Church” and it is very difficult to resolve to go to church when one’s spouse does not actually tag along, even if he is only pretending to be interested. And notice I did not say “volunteer” at said church. I am not volunteering, at least not as of this moment in 2013. BTDT and have the spiritual scars. But it costs me nothing to attend a church, even if all I do is warm a pew.

8. Fund better charities. Actually, I started that one already. I crossed some charities off of my giving list this year, like World Wildlife Fund. They sent me goodies and mailings and free this and free that all 2012. Seems to me that they could be using their money to save animals, not send out mailers and freebies. I don’t want their freebies: I want them to put their money where their mouth is.

I gave to OPB, Folkalley, Nature Conservancy, Medical Teams International and the American Red Cross. And Goodwill, but that was in the form of cast-offs and I probably purchased an equal amount of cast-offs from Goodwill.

9. Start drawing again. I sort of put drawing and painting off the past two years. I need to get back in the saddle again.

10. Find a suitable place to volunteer at for one day of every month on my boss’ dollar. My employer will pay me 8-hours wages to volunteer and I have not (yet) taken steps to take advantage of that incredibly generous offer. I am considering the local library or finding a nearby horse rescue operation (and by nearby, I mean within 5 miles of my home). I know where one horse rescue operation is (funded by the company I work for) but it is in Washington State and I am not willing to drive that far. I drive nearly that far twice a day every work day and I hate it.

Love horses, but hate traffic.

So there you have them: things I can commit to for 2013.

2013 also holds in promise a trip to Alaska sometime. My newest grandchild is due in April (a girl) and we hope to go north to meet the newest little one. I hate that my kids are spread out so far from me now: south to Colorado or North to Alaska!

I also have to make a trip to Reno to pick up my inheritance which is sitting in a warehouse still.  Which is why resolution #6 is important. I need to declutter in order to clutter.

What are your resolutions? Or are you one of those folks who refuse to resolve? Hey, failure never stopped me. Heck, that’s what it’s all about: seeing how soon you can fail. I give myself six months this year.

 

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