General Grumpiness

I think I’m ready to delve back into the stuffy sorting. Yes, there’s more. I’m not sure exactly how much, but I’m sure quite a big. Not sure how many of the bags have yarn, but plenty of those too.

I fully admit this is breaking Kondo’s rules of going through everything all at once. But I got to the point (again) where it felt like I was just getting rid of nice stuff because I feel like I have to. And that is not what she recommends. It’s all in perspective, I guess. Right now the room that is piling up with sorted stuffies is stressing me out because the pile keeps getting bigger and bigger, and I don’t know how to store it neatly so everyone (apartment management) is happy. If that were not even an issue, that same pile of stuffed animals really would simply spark joy But it’s not that simple.

Work has been very busy and stressful too, so with working the weekend and long hours, I haven’t had a lot of extra time to go through things.
I have a few skeins of yarn left at home (vs those bagged up in storage) and I don’t even want to use those. Again it’s about perspective. It used to be nice and relaxing. Encouraging to see how many I made and donated. But since this started, I tried using as much, and crocheting as much as I could stand starting in December and I am so sick of it. I’m sick of thinking how I’m not going fast enough and getting rid of enough, and it just turns the whole connotation sour. It’s not fair. I guess it’s my fault for allowing that stress to sink in so much. If I had different colors on hand, I could make a baby blanket for my niece, who is expecting a baby. I’m sure I have her preferred colors somewhere, but not readily on hand, and obviously I can’t go buy some for that. She has already been given ample stuffed animals, and I told her she may or may not get a blanket, or if she does, it might be well after the baby is born. And she’s ok with that. Maybe if I had a better project like that to work on, I wouldn’t feel so negatively. But I don’t think I’m ready to go through a dozen or so bags of yarn and organize them up ideally in order to find what I need for her.

It’s just unfortunate, because between this and work, I don’t have a very positive outlook right now, and it’s unpleasant. All that joy Marie Kondo promised would be achieved by sorting and purging is not . . . happening. And don’t get me started on the clothing folding. My clothes have started smelling musty when folded, even though they smell fine after they’ve been washed, and continue to smell fine when hung up in the closet (I admit that’s primarily because it’s easier). I don’t notice the mustiness right away, but then when I wear a shirt for a couple of hours, phew. Trying vinegar in the rinse cycle, but when not folding improves the situation, it’s hard to be motivated to fold, let alone fold her special way. Ugh. I probably need to re-read or listen to the books again.