We spent the bulk of today furthering the endeavor of getting the laundry room to be Not Disgusting. Honestly, unless I get different flooring in there (we have painted concrete now with areas where the paint has chipped or never reached, like under the utility sink), we’ll never get all the way there.The laundry room is really a place where I want a floor that is clean and easy to keep that way. Shopping for recycled rubber anti-fatigue mats has already begun.
But I can see my folding table again, so that’s huge progress. And we’ve got A Plan for Rags, with which I need not bore you, but which gives me comfort and moves me forward on my path toward making cleaning easier and more fun. Just getting them to the place where we’ll use them is a big step in the right direction.
A big bag of stuff is ready to take to the charity shop, including a couple things that were my mom’s. My brother so made the right choice when he kept one single painting to remember her by and said all the rest could go. Every time I get rid of more of her stuff, it’s like she’s a little more dead. I know she’s not, she’s the same amount of dead, but my mind has a glitch, I guess.
What’s left down there now is a mountain of stuff to be dyed. So. Much. Dyeing. If I just devote myself to getting it done, it won’t take too long (I hope), and the more I do the more I’ll have confidence that I know what I’m doing, but right now, it feels a tad overwhelming. I’ll just keep nibbling away at it this week.
I suppose today’s really big news is that I already threw out a bunch of fabric before sending it into the rag cycle. I, Darcy, put fabric that was not ruined with chemicals in the trash. Astonishing. Let’s take a moment to let that sink in, shall we? Aaaaahh.
I was going to throw away even more, a couple button-down shirts that are too gross for the thrift store, and I was cutting the buttons off first, of course, because it’s one thing to throw away fabric but perfectly good buttons?! I mean, come on.
And as I was cutting off the buttons I started thinking, well, maybe I’ll just see how we’re set for rags and maybe I’ll salvage more than just the buttons off these and that is when God decided to punish me for those wicked thoughts and I stabbed myself in the finger with super pointy scissors that are aptly named microtips. Thus ended my day of productivity.
Andy’s still at his task du jour, making a rolling box to go under his workbench that can hold scrap wood. At least I’m not alone with my frugal use-every-scrap-possible tendencies.
Anyhow, we made progress today, and I’ll make more tomorrow, I hope. That seems good enough to me.
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Good enough? It’s friggin’ virtuous! Good for you!