What: Less than 1/2 cup of I'm not entirely sure. See confession.
Origin: Plastic container in my kitchen cabinet that had survived prior purges -- Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind.
How long kept: Huh.
Usage: Possibly.
Why kept: It Might Be Useful. I guess.
Destination: Compost.
Confession: Is it cornmeal? Couscous? I am flippin' stumped. Truly. And since I can't identify it, its age, or its provenance, I'm going to take a leap and say that I'm not going to eat it.
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We're sisters recovering from our propensity to accumulate stuff. Self help and organizing methods have worked...uh, not so much. Instead, we've decided to get rid of one thing a day, every day, until the end of 2010. Join us!
The Rules
One thing a day. It counts only when it leaves the house.
We'll report on origin, how long we've had it, usage, where it is going, and why we've held onto it.
Click here for more on The Rules, which are arbitrary and subject to change without notice!
Oh, yeah: sense of humor and kindness are both essential.
We'll report on origin, how long we've had it, usage, where it is going, and why we've held onto it.
Click here for more on The Rules, which are arbitrary and subject to change without notice!
Oh, yeah: sense of humor and kindness are both essential.
The Reasons
Someone Might Need It.
It's Perfectly Good.
It Might Be Useful.
I Might Fix It (and it will be useful).
It Was A Gift From (fill in the blank).
It Belonged To (add name of dead relative).
I Forgot That I Had It/Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind.
Someday, It Will Be Fashionable Again.
It Will Fit Me Again Someday.
Free-Floating Guilt.
Nostalgia.
It's Worth Money, If Only I Had A Buyer!
It Was Free.
Should Have Said "No."
Good Crafting Intentions Gone Bad.
AAArrrgghhh!
It's Perfectly Good.
It Might Be Useful.
I Might Fix It (and it will be useful).
It Was A Gift From (fill in the blank).
It Belonged To (add name of dead relative).
I Forgot That I Had It/Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind.
Someday, It Will Be Fashionable Again.
It Will Fit Me Again Someday.
Free-Floating Guilt.
Nostalgia.
It's Worth Money, If Only I Had A Buyer!
It Was Free.
Should Have Said "No."
Good Crafting Intentions Gone Bad.
AAArrrgghhh!
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- Future craft!
- Clean sweep
- Bagged and Tagged
- And they all made of ticky tacky
- And all the Jazz
- From one foodie to another
- Peanut Friend
- Regifting, Squared
- Hand Jive
- Long In The Toothbrush
- Travelblogue OR Coffee Party
- Ringing in the new year early!
- Someone's Candle Problem, Passed On
- Sunk Cost: A Whole New Meaning
- Giving Away The Love
- It doesn't compute
- Out and away from my waistline!
- Impressionless
- Candle storage box
- Paper Entrails
- I Suspect That "S" Will Appreciate This
- Hey tubby
- Paper Profit
- Dead-Weight Loss
- I "Absolute"ly Wonder whhhhhy it took me so long
- The missing cat's eye
- Last Book I Read
- Doing A Runner
- By invitation only
- Silly String
- Good to the Last...
- Who Is That Masked Woman
- Split Decision
- It's Not Perfectly Good If I Won't Use It
- Unbecoming depiction
- Fooled Me More Than Twice
- no more warm fuzzies
- As Old As The Earl
- WTH?
- Cutting This Rug (Pad)
- I Can't Handle This
- Getting scrappy
- Feeling Like A Tool
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