The KonMarie method

dragonette

My woo for today - decided to sell my car and chopped long dreadlocks to a pixie cut. Very woo, very happy

GreyQueen

Siebrie wrote: »

I am a horror to go shopping with, because I will only buy the perfect item. I now know that I mean the joyful item.

For instance, I am looking for a dress. Polyester and viscose are out of the question, because they make me sweat - 80% of dresses are out of the question; I am 6ft tall, so short dresses are out, too; my bust is small, but my hips are wide, so most shaped dresses are out; I don't like black in a summer dress...now there are no dresses left. I think I need to find a good taylor!

I could've written the above. Well, almost, I'm 1.5 inches shy of 6 ft. After much struggle, and with a lower body one dress size large than my upper body, a ratio consistant since puberty, regardless of whether I am at my slimmest or a bit chubby, I came to the conclusion that there is no dress style which will flatter my figure. I've tried on loads of different ones. Everything looks terrible. It's separates all the way, for me.

iQueen, I wasn't around in the 1950s, my schooling was done in the very late sixties and seventies. Our 'school jumpers' were handknitted by Mum. Blouses were cheap enough by then but shoes were a nightmare.

Today I have 1.5 hrs booked into the dentist and, with hand on heart, I can say that the next-worst thing on my personal list would be shopping for shoes, it's so hateful.

dragonette, double woo! A dramatic restyle is so liberating. And getting rid of a car is a weight off your mind if you're on a low income, I shed mine in '97 and don't miss the worry of it one little bit. Well done.

just_the_two_of_us

Morning everyone. Your chat about clothes had me smiling - as we were exactly the same! I had one coat that lasted all the way through secondary school. In First year it was a maxi almost and by the time I left it was tight and up round my thighs - well so were the rest of the fashions!!! I am still the same now - have very few clothes compared to D Sis anyway! and more of those will probably go in the next few weeks!


Have been plodding on with paperwork and hope to do a lot more as I have a full day to myself today. Must do cleaning first though as an extra shift at ch shop tomorrow.

mrs-moneypenny

Morning all, hope everyone is well. Welcome to all the new konverts and hello to any lurkers ( come in and start posting we don't bite)

You've reminded me about my school clothes, when I was at high school, after mum and dad split up I was on free school meals and had uniform vouchers, these could only be spent at the designated uniform shop so to couple of us that were Poor enough to need the vouchers stick out like sore thumbs it was only the really posh kids and the free uniform kids that shopped there everyone else went down the market and the other girls had lovely midi length or bum hugging mini skirts blouses from the market had those roll back sleeves and the cardis zipped up. I had the regulation boring A line skirt, a proper white blouse and the school cardi. My shoes were hateful mum got me old lady shoes from her catalogue t bar with a sensible heel I spent a whole term trying to scuff them on the bar under the bus seat, kids would seek me out in the playground to laugh at my shoes. I actually got an after school job and saved to buy a midi skirt and zip up cardi do I'd fit in.
Mum had a sewing machine so made most of my out of school clothes, I think she had two patterns that fitted me and crimperline was cheap on the market. I had three trouser suits she made with matching smocks with baggy sleeves elasticacted at the cuffs (a bit like painters smocks) if I was really lucky she had enough fabric left to cut out round a dinner platter and make me a matching beret. I recall the lime and emerald green being the one I hated the most.
No wonder I got my children too many clothes I never wanted them to have the memories of school I had.

GQ hope things go well at the dentist.

Found the recycling bags they'd slipped down the back of the little storage unit at the side of the washing machine that I keep them on, but ironically once I started shredding o find the roll I'd been using in the bin with the papers that needed shredding so I have two rolls. Used 4 bags yesterday shredding a file of 6 year old governors paperwork and some unneeded receipts.
The 20 DVDs I got out of Dh cupboard were confirmed as never wanting to watch again along with 5 dupes that were up there. And last night we watched one that was ok but went straight into the never want to watch again so give away box.

Today is the last day of Ds2s work experience so I want to use it wisely and get best value of my last day home alone.

GreyQueen

Thanks for the good wishes. I've not had much sleep as tooth which broke on Monday (and which is separate from the programmed-months-ago prep work for two crowns scheduled for today) is hurting like billy-o. My appt is at 9 am, this dentist opens at 8 am, but I will be there well before my appt. If they're able to start earlier, it'd suit me very well, if not, I can read my library book in their waiting-room just as well as in my sitting-room.

Life has had some minor annoyances the past 8 days; plant sap burns and blisters to both hands and wrists, broken tooth, to-be-crowned tooth losing its filling, broke the glass face of my watch yesterday.........roll on next week, hey?:rotfl:

Never mind, worse things happen at sea.

Am working my way through books to be read, concentrating on those which belong elsewhere, like the library books and the borrowed books. Reading one which I should be able to give back to its owner next Friday and looking to read another which I'll give to Mum on a read-and-donate basis, as it's the kind of thing which would interest her.

I have, whisper it who dares, some space on the wall unit where my books live, along with several other things. Fanstastico!

mrs-moneypenny

I need to read and give away about 30 books from the shelf upstairs then I may be able to find room for DH to store the sports and training reference books that are piled up on the filing cabinet in the corner of the lounge. So no pressure there.
I did sell 5 of my knitting/crochet books on ziffit yesterday, I'd looked through them but realistically there was nothing in them I was going to make so I'll take the £7 I was offered. Another 8 books went in the CS bag.

PollyWollyDoodle

Oh Mrs M-P, that made me laugh and cry. I didn't have vouchers, but my uniform was either homemade or bought (with my mum's best intentions) to meet the uniform criteria, I had one skirt and jumper and three shirts as far as I recall. How I longed for one of those cardigans, and a skirt that didn't finish at the most unflattering part of my leg. Mum always bought sensible shoes and yes, people laughed at them. And my other clothes were no better. My mum was old, and quite old-fashioned.

I don't think it's exaggerating to say that all this was a source of misery to me, it took me years to feel confident about clothes and develop my own style and for years I bought far too many clothes as a defence against those days.

When I read statements about school uniform 'making everyone equal' I laugh bitterly. Children can tell perfectly well who's got designer trousers and whose were bought in Tesco.

Good luck GQ, hope they can sort it out for you.

mrs-moneypenny

Thanks polly I think We both had the same kind of school days, it wasn't acknowledged as bullying when we were at school was it, and sometimes I think the teachers were as bad as the kids. I can remember a sewing lesson where we were doing embroidery and we were supposed to have brought 4 coordinating skeins of silk to make our sampler, I'd got a sewing box with about 20 different colours in so my mum said to save buying new I could use those up first. I love sewing and put a lot of effort into mine, the teacher never commented at all through the term we were working on them but when she was going round picking her favourites out at the end she held mine up and said it was such a shame I'd ruined it by making it look like Joseph's technicolor coat but there was nothing dreamy about my garish clash of colours! Everyone in the class was laughing and I just wanted the floor to open up, I threw it away as it was well stitched but always made me think of her comment.
Edit
Adding that I did love my sewing lessons and this teacher and her rather old fashioned pedantic ways are perhaps one of the reasons I now cross stitch for pleasure, even if I'm sewing a button on or turning up a quick hem I have to find the right colour thread as I have visions of this teacher and the supervisor who taught me sewing in the factory I then went on to looking over my shoulder tutting. LOL they were both lovely old ladies who I thank for the skills they taught me.

supersaver1000

peaceandfreedom wrote: »

I've been waking up thinking that for many a long year . I think I've always taken the view that if I do something about it, I'll be making me happier but 4 other people unhappier, seems an unfair balance. Though less so as the years go by, I guess.

I have this idea that one day, all will be well, just not quite sure yet how to get there. But I do have a strong feeling that really scouring the house out will help .

I felt trapped in my relationship by the debt. I've been so busy concentrating on the debt (wanted to be in an 'untrapped' position) that it took me by surprise when I realised my relationship had also taken a turn for the better. Can't tell you what it is - finances aren't such a worry, OH's job is less stressful and he can spend more time with us, DS is older, I've taken a good job that will eventually allow me independence if I want it, OH is finally growing up? Many things have happened and at this moment in time our relationship is better than ever . However I'm always going to keep an escape route in reserve - I think that's what was missing before. A bit like dieting maybe - you know when you can't have it, you want it. But it's still there if I need it and will take it if I need to.

Sending hugs to all of us in tricky relationships to say the least. It's not nice I know. All I can say is that from looking after myself (the inside and the outside) good things have happened. These forums have been a lifeline for me and Kondo thread the icing on the cake. Good luck everyone and thank you to everyone. Xxx

silvasava

Oh the memories the school uniform - to be tweaked and personalised as best we could (blouse collare up at the back,skirt waistbands rolled over - white socks pulled up to lower shin In our first year we had to make our gym shirts & skirts - dreadful aertex fabric & wonky sewing! Needless to say we soon learned that our old pleated skirts could be shortened and looked much smarter. I particularly remember navy blue knickers - think my mum bought mine in the Co-op - they were fleece lined :eek: bit like sweatshirt fabric. I think she reckoned they'd be real 'passion killers' to keep me pure and unsullied (haha - not saying )
Going back to the colours - I have a horror of beige - how many elderly men & women do you see in beige? They just fade into the background almost like non people. I love to see older people in brighter colours. Once saw a lady in beautiful pansy shades of lilac , purple & a shot of lime green - fabulous!
GQ All the best for the dentist visit - please don't mention about worse things happening at sea - I've already been overboard once this week
Looking round my 'Room of Doom' aka small spare bedroom - girding my loins to give it a blitz
Have a good day all x

Just wanted to add somethings that helped me through the breakup of my first marriage - No relationship is better than a bad relationship & no one knows what goes on inside some else's marriage. Hugs to those who need them