bag lady..

with the occurance of a) finding we have a mouse in the house and b) mum and dad decided we need new beds and sofas, spurred on a week long cleaning mania..

it's not the cleaning i detest.. it's the 'consolidating' connotation that makes me feel ill..

yes, i'm a hoarder..asking me to clear out my wardrobe.. it's like asking me whether i'd prefer to keep my left kidney over my right kidney..

anywayz.. after much laboured deliberation.. and fishing out from the trash the things i decided i wanted to keep.. only to put it back into the trash as i remind myself that non-attachment is a buddhist virtue...

2 meltdowns and 7 hyperventilation episodes later.. i did manage to clear two bag fulls of clothes, and two bags of random stuff.. tip of the iceberg really..

when it comes to my bags though.. WOAHHHH.. i can now answer that age old question: how many bags does a girl need.. well.. apparently.. 53... yes.. ahem.. i dunno how it happened.. even in my bag loving euphoric haze i know that's a bit wrong considering all the starving children in africa... so i made some contributions to the salvos.. but.. ARGH .. it hurts so much and i'm missing my babies...

think i'll go curl up into a ball to mourn my loss..