Y'all know I have been trying to minimalize my home. I thought I was doing all right; I haven't had any astounding breakthroughs where I just dumped whole cabinets or drawers or closets full of things into a donate bin, but I was slowly sifting through shit and getting rid of stuffs and things.
I was in the DFW metroplex area this past weekend, and while there, I got rid of a veritable fucktonne of clothes. I finally got that box of giraffes and went through it, donating half of them to charity resale shops. I also joined TerraCycle and put together a pile of paired shoes to send them. (I know, me giving up shoes? This minimalizing thing has gotten serious. Or something.)
Back to my point. Where does all this shit come from?
As I packed for our weekend in DFW, I had a moment of extreme joy. It appeared as if I was about to finally use up all of those tiny, trial-sized tubes of Biotene toothpaste. WOOHOO for finally making a dent in that stockpile of hygiene products, right? WRONG. Somehow, those tiny, trial-sized tubes of Biotene got in the corner and bred like rabbits while I was gone. They literally tripled in number while I was gone. I'm still trying to figure out how that happened. I know where I originally obtained these tiny, trial-sized tubes; I do not know how they maintain their numbers when I am throwing away one of these tubes every other day. FML.
I'm not letting myself get discouraged about these tiny, trial-sized tubes of Biotene. Nor am I letting myself get discouraged by the quantity of lotions and creams I appear to have stockpiled under the bathroom sink. It's getting colder, and cold weather (or my skin) seems to suck up lotions and creams. The shampoo stockpile isn't offending me, either. Sunshine will take care of that one quickly, as he only uses about six times more than the recommended amount every time he washes his hair.
Speaking of Sunshine. He came home with a stack of button-up shirts the other day. He already owns bunches more clothes than I do; I don't know why the fuck he thought he needed more. Whatever, it's done. I did manage to get him to get rid of one old item of clothing for each new item he brought in. After I washed and ironed all those fucking shirts, I realized that there was no way in hell that they were going to fit into his closet. I actually got him to eliminate a couple more pieces. I'm still trying to figure out what the hell possessed him to bring home a bunch of button-up shirts. He rarely wears the ones he already owns. And where the fuck did Sunshine get shirts? He hates to shop. Also, I just got rid of 3,000 clothes hangers, now you're going to bring home more damn clothes that need to be hung up?
It's like this shit just materializes out of nowhere. Tiny, trial-sized tube of Biotene breeding in the corner; Sunshine has at least three times more clothes than I do; paper creates itself from dust-bunnies around here; dog toys pop up in the strangest places; and let's not talk about all the damned hunting gear sale papers and catalogs that show up every time we check the PO box.
Where does all this shit come from?