where my head is (at)

At least it hasn't gotten this bad.
[image from Albert Records Management]

Sorry about ending the title with a (preposition). But anyway, let's get into here, shall we? I've been on an organizing spree. I can probably trace it back to "New Year's/New Me" type-of-feelings and rereading the introduction to Apartment Therapy: The Eight Step Home Cure. Mr. Gillingham-Ryan talks about unblocking your space, and cherishing the open spaces between your stuff. Oh yeah, you're supposed to have open spaces. I forgot to cherish them. Or have them. I mean, I am much reformed. My apartment is still relatively spacious. And my shopping habits since moving to New York haven't mushroomed. I think the nine yard sales we had to have in Jamaica Plain (Boston) before we moved did the trick. Let me put it this way. I had a lot of vases.

The more I think about it, I really do think I am a minimalist at heart. Underneath all the clutter, I am a minimalist. I just need to unlayer (in everything) again. So I bought a shredder last week, and have been shredding everything outdated I can get my hands on. The month before, I emptied every drawer and weeded every shirt and accessory. (I have eight skinny belts. Eight! Three of them are silver. But different silvers. I am keeping them all though.) I even emptied and reorganized every drawer and cabinet in the kitchen and bathroom. (The bathroom's the easiest because it's the smallest; but boy did I find a lot of lipsticks. I don't have to buy any lipsticks for a good 10 years. Oy.)

So where was I with this. Oh yes, last night I was going through my studio files. I found copies of business letters that I typed and signed and mailed. Typed! Signed! Mailed! I was quite a good business letter writer I must say. A dead art now. Sad. I received signed letters too regarding my woven labels, my Dewar's sponsorship, and other things. It was a nicer time in society back then. The business letter. People taking the time to address each other in a non-fleeting manner. I am keeping those. I guess I just wanted to get this down on paper, so to speak. At least you can't shred a blog.