Halp?

So I decided to be productive and decided that my closet needs decluttering. Because I apparently have a lot of clothes but nothing to wear. Which is due to the fact that I don't throw out things very eagerly, that I've gained quite some weight in the last few years and then some ten years ago but kept the clothes because they would be useful one day. Also, I lived in the damn hotel with some everyday basics and the rest stayed at home, vaguely remembered but not really used.
The stuff got sorted out by size rather vaguely and I stacked some of it in boxes in the attic. Upstairs I went... to discover rotting moldy floor. I picked up a few boxes which stood in the wet area - luckily it was yarn and I tend to pack my yarn in plastic bags anyway. The boxes happily disintegrated, I threw them away, relocated said yarn and phoned dad that the boiler is apparently leaking. A pic of destroyed parquet floor may follow, I made a few pics in case parents had some insurance to cover this (no they don't). Today I resumed digging in old clothes. All I managed is to spread a layer of random bits and pieces in the hallway and now I'm panicking. At least I have a small pile to throw away and another small pile to donate. Plus a major heap of rather nice stuff which is half a size smaller than yours truly - I'm approaching the pre-hotel weight (I might have gained around 13 kilos there due to stress and stress eating) so I'll keep it somewhere near the surface. It should feel good but somehow, it doesn't.

Archaeology, of sorts

For various reasons, I spent the time between around January 2013 and March 2016 as a manager of a hotel in a Bad Ass of this world. It took a toll, I ended up burnt out, with less than stellar eating habits and, well, habits in general and now I'm struggling to put my life together. Things are going sorta fine, thanks, although I still have all sorts of problems with memory, concentration and the combo of both. And with the clutter.

Today I decided to reclaim the closet. I have barely used it for years, one of the reasons being that I had most of my everyday clothes at the hotel where I lived and the other being that I gained a bit of weight (stress eating, stress drinking) so whatever was in the closet three years ago, wouldn't fit this spring anyway. And, well, the surprises keep coming. I have a certain penchant for Japanese textiles and since we have fleabay where one can get just about anything, and quite a lot of stuff for something like $9.99 plus shipping, I amassed quite a pile. And now I dug out said pile from the closet. Actually, I have a thing for textiles of all sorts, and fashion, and whatnot. I should make a pile of fabrics that are meant for some clothes when the time comes. And yarn. I would love to provide pics but I'm afraid that I would be ashamed by the horribly messy backdrop of my place and all the stuff is all over and... anyway. There'll be a trip to the trash bin, or many, actually, but before, I should get rid of dust, hair and various other crap so I can spread the other crap on the floor to sort it out. Damnit.

Anyhow, I'm alive, kicking, doing things and feeling quite okay. Keep tuned for more of the same.