Productionism

You've got to love those days when you turn out to have the exact same level of motivation that your house requires to stay alive. You know the requirements I speak of: countertops to be wipened, laundry to be did, general organization feats which normally don't appeal to you in the slightest to be taken care of. This day was one of those fantastic days when the amount of effort completely equaled the amount of effort I was willing ot put into it. And I got a few other things done in the meantime. Seriously, it was one of those days.

On Februrary 18, when we signed our lease, we decided that in order to move our belongings smoothly from one house to another, we would have to take some drastic measures. Many of those measures involved relocation of our boxes and boxes of clothing and random belongings which were small enough to fit into a car being moved before the rest of our stuff (Read: the big stuff) was moved. Honestly? It was a pain in the ass for those of us who don't work 40 hours/week, because we were required to do all sorts of heavy moving and relocation without the 40 hours/week portion of our family unit. The non-40-hours/week people felt they were spending way too much time in the car with each other. Thankfully, we no longer have more than one non-40-hours/week person in our household, so I (the remaining non-40-hour/weeker) can speak frankly. Frankly, it sucked.

So anyway, we (the NFHWers) moved the majority of the apartment in a week and a half, without aid of moving van or special assistants. It was extremely efficient, in the end, but at the same time I wouldn't suggest it for the faint of heart (or for the far-of-moving). The NFHW's made at least two trips a day for more than 7 days. I will further explain, and say that if we were only moving in a rented truck, it would have taken us a bagillion trips in the truck. That's how much stuff we moved in my freaking car. For serious.

Anyway, one of the first things we moved was our closet. I mean, the first things we hauled out to Nix-eee as a couple were the contents of our closet, minus the four or five things we wear on a bi-weekly basis. (We are a simple couple. A few shirts and pants are all we really need.) Obviously, we moved the things we moved into the master closet, which until earlier this evening looked like this:



Now, I realize that picture doesn't show much of the closet, but believe me when I say that there was shit everywhere. That one garbage bag? It's nothing. There were seven. I originally took that picture to show you all where I found the Linus a few minutes after introducing him to the new place. I thought that by opening all the doors, he would investigate the rooms on his own, and feel more comfortable. Apparently, the place he felt most comfortable was behind a rack of Bruce's clothes. I can't blame him, the guy smells nice.

Here's what it looks like after the renovation/curious ambition of me:



Nice, eh? What else did I do this weekend? Well, for starters, I recycled some yarn. I took this:



And I turned it into this:



Which I plan on turning into a sweater. Great, huh? Go, and seek out sweaters at thrift shops which you can use to create your masterpieces. Follow the tutorial. Actually, read it before you ever go out in search of good sweaters to recycle.

THERE ARE SOME SWEATERS YOU CAN'T DO THIS WITH. READ THE TUTORIAL, PLEASE.

The reason I chose these was because they were on clearance at the store I work at, and they were both too small for me to wear. Luckily, I love the colors together, and I can put them to good use as a pink and brown striped raglan sweater of some form. I still haven't worked out the details, but hell... they were clearanced! And to be honest, the only reason I bought them was because I'd noticed them at full-price, and wished I could afford them. Not because I wanted to wear them, but because I knew they'd be perfect for recycling. It paid off, this time.

On top of doing 1,000,000 loads of laundry today, I also checked the finances. Not everything is going according to plan. Damnit. But then I did the dishes! So I'm even, right? Tell me I'm even.

B doesn't like cleaning on Saturday. That's what Sunday is for, he says. Productive things can wait, Saturday is the day for doing nothing worthwhile. What do you think?