Again, I ask myself, “Why, Self, do you store pounds of clutter that could be outta here?!”
The answer is, “I don’t know.”
Isn’t this a brilliant conversation you’re being privy to? I had some time tonight and grabbed a stack of magazines that has been sitting on a bench near my kitchen for at least three months. Three months. I’ve walked by them, ignored them, sighed and thought “one day!” and tonight I finally saw them. Each magazine was flipped through and out of the stack you see above on the left, I saved a mere eight pages. Eight. Pages. That’s it. The magazines are now in the recycling dumpster.
Wonder what other things are lurking in plain sight and hidden away in this here apartment?! (written with a poor attempt at a southern accent)
Time to find out.
photo = cell phone photo. must buy new batteries for my camera so picture quality on blog improves. but you get the general idea. pounds of magazines unread and unneeded. blech.