I've been feeling a little at odds with my space lately, and I realized yesterday that it is because I have too much STUFF. Tons of stuff. Stuff I don't use. Stuff I don't need. Stuff I've forgotten I have. Stuffy Stuff.
When I moved back to Alabama I gave away or sold most of my stuff, and when I bought this place I had a bedroom set, studio furniture and a bigass TV. My mom loaned me a day bed to use as a couch until I could buy one. So how did I end up with so much stuff taking up space that should be stuffless? Enough with the stuff.
Having been self employed for 8 years I'm pretty good at multi-tasking and balancing the have tos with the should dos and want tos. But today my only thought is must kill the stuff, and I am so singularly focused on that task that when I discovered Sheba playing in a box of freshly loaded stuff I almost closed her up in it. I'm pretty sure she is now looking around at the very clean, very lacking in stuff to hide behind space known as under the bed and thinking "WTH? Where's my stuff!?"
I'm tearing through the beading studio today, and tomorrow begins a Destash shop that will make bead lovers want to send me extra money. Or a straight jacket. Stay tuned.
Here is one of a few 2 piece pendant sets new in my Etsy shop today~
~Road to Atlantis~