Priorities

One of the things about moving into a smaller house is that I'm having to decide what my priorities are. I can't fit everything in, so I have to decide what kind of a person I really am. And I don't mean a good person or a bad person, but what I really want to spend my time (and money and space) doing and keeping.

So, I gave away a lot of kitchen stuff (I am coming to grips with the fact that I really don't cook) and stocked my cabinets in the breakfast room with all of our art stuff.

I realized that something was definitely different about me when I had lived here 6 weeks and suddenly realized that I didn't know where my iron was. And, no, I wasn't doing laundry at the time. I was trying to iron hem tape in some brightly colored cloth for some curtains.

BTW, I found the iron a week later.

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Unknown said…
woo-hoo! our favorite blogger is back :-)
November 2, 2007 at 1:15 PM
Unknown said…
*laughing* We were missing our current episodes of "Life near Dallas"
November 2, 2007 at 5:16 PM
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