I am moving next weekend and have been putting off packing my junk up for the past week. I can't wait to move, I just can't be arsed to pack. And I have kept telling myself - Hey! I don't have much stuff anyway - won't take more than a jiffy!
I lied. I underestimated my ability to collect stuff! OMG. 3 Hours later I have just about finished clearing out the office. For those of you who don't know I used to be an interiors writer and stylist. And as such I have A LOT - I mean A LOT of magazines which I guess you would call a portfolio of work. I never knew I had been in so many peoples houses, moved their stuff about, peeked into their lives and photographed it. Too many to count but on a guess I have probably shot more than 60 homes.
I lied. I underestimated my ability to collect stuff! OMG. 3 Hours later I have just about finished clearing out the office. For those of you who don't know I used to be an interiors writer and stylist. And as such I have A LOT - I mean A LOT of magazines which I guess you would call a portfolio of work. I never knew I had been in so many peoples houses, moved their stuff about, peeked into their lives and photographed it. Too many to count but on a guess I have probably shot more than 60 homes.
So I have accumulated all these magazines; I can't throw them away - they represent blood, sweat and toil of the laptop. I still managed to swift out a lot of other rubbish though from the copy writing and advertising days - that rubbish does not have much sentimental attachment at all - just memories of over time, no pay and no thanks!
So here I am on a break. I still have to do the kitchen - another load of books (I like to cook), pots, pans and glassware (I was a food stylist too). I think in reality the only room that will not pose much of a problem is my bedroom. I have very few clothes and I think one swift sweep of the wardrobe should just about do the trick!
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