An Easter Purge

I have heard from a few of you that my blog has been missed as of late (although I’m sure all have managed just fine) and I appreciate it very much. I am also grateful for the lovely lady who chased me down in Safeway over the weekend, and pretty much begged me to return to my former employment. I have chuckled about that daily. It was both very funny and very kind.

I will admit to having indulged in spending the last 6 weeks “off the grid”. After years of being required to constantly plug in to the world happenings, I am rather enjoying the freedom that obliviousness brings. It has allowed me to confront the kinds of jobs that only get done when you are well rested and killing time until cottage season begins.

Although my husband and I combined households over 3 years ago, I still had boxes that were never touched, and closets in desperate need of purging. When I first began my “employment sabbatical “, I intended on tackling these tasks immediately. As it turns out, it took about 5 months. In keeping with my control freakish nature however, once I began the process of re-organizing the house, there would be no rest until I was completely finished. I have yet to develop any kind of propensity toward moderate behaviour. I approach all areas of my life like a bag of potato chips. It’s all or nothing – no reasonable portions here.

My closet was a veritable tribute to the stages of my life. I wistfully clutched some of the smaller sizes that seem impossibility at this point, I recalled wonderful evenings spent in various frocks that I had long forgotten, and I shook my head at a variety of questionable fashion don’ts that for some reason, at least temporarily, struck me as fashion dos. I tried to be ruthless when it came to the donation bag. The more I purged the more I wanted to purge. There is great relief in letting go, whether it is a grudge, a betrayal, or painter pants. My catharsis continues…..

On the Monday that I committed to the overhaul my husband returned to a master bedroom that no longer contained a single item belonging to him. Our closets simply don’t allow a leisurely dressing experience, so he was relocated across the hall. I tried to sell it as a luxurious, multi-room closet extravaganza – but I’m not sure he bought it. Then again, as long as he has a corner to throw dirty socks, and a place for his 467 Marvel Comics themed T-shirts, he’s a pretty happy guy.

I still let him sleep in the master bedroom – so that’s pretty good, right?

Happy Easter – I hope the Bunny finds you in great health and happiness!