When the clock stuck midnight on January 1st an itch set in.
I needed to de-crapify this house.
If I invited you into my closet you would notice something. Despite my incessant shopping posts, I actually do not have a lot of clothes. I am a relentless purger. Before the girls were born one might have gone so far as to notice that I had not one sentimental bone in my body (well except for the wedding dress, she stays). Every other piece... If I had not worn it during that season of that year, bye bye.
So what happens to a religious purger lacking time? The desire, no the need....it brews...until I cannot take it any longer.
Then I go on a rampage.
Of course purging leads to another kind of itch....the decorating kind...I am suppressing that one for now and trading it in for book writing, because the one resolution I have for this year is to get that novel written.