But my dreams of making crème brûlée made me bring my ramekins (both the large and small sets).
My aspirations of getting back to my pre-pregnancy weight inspired me to bring my size 6 charcoal Express "Editor pant(s)" ... even though they still need to be hemmed, even after over four years of owning them.
|The "Editor Pant" ... I'm pretty sure these will help me get published, either because of the homage in the name, or else the posh omittance of the "s" at the end.|
Visions of fun-filled game nights prompted me to bring Risk, Monopoly, Scrabble, Canasta, and more. I guess I forgot Netflix existed when I packed those ...
All these, and more items, have remain unused the entire summer. Gah!
Popcorn air popper? Collecting dust. Brown canvas wedges? Deemed to dangerous to wear while carrying a baby. Mug with the Boy Scout logo on the side? Not allowed to use it, according to Nathan.
I have too much crap!
So today, I went on a purge. Kind of. It was probably a junior-level purge. Or maybe novice-level.
I threw out:
-expired coupons (pretty painful, I know)
-a stained, white hair band (took some effort)
-empty battery packaging
Okay, okay, so I have a long way to go. But I am a believer in simplifying and getting rid of stuff. Before we moved to Tejas I threw out/gave away about 75% of my t-shirt inventory--which seems like a big step until I tell you that all of the purged were either white (I hate white t-shirts), the wrong size, or full of holes in compromising areas.
Tomorrow I will throw ten things away. ... Two of those things cannot be trash. Baby steps.
Also tomorrow: my first airplane trip with a baby in tow!! I better go overpack.