It’s started. That itch for clearing and cleaning. That ache for smooth and uncluttered. The longing for splendidly sparse; the urge to purge. It’s mid-winter and I’m getting weary of woolens, tiring of tiers, and unabashedly unapologetic with alliteration it would seem. Sorry folks.
I’m sweeping away the pretty silver snow flakes and wrapping up the feathers. The Christmas music is put away. The mantle is looking almost bare. Even my closets are getting the once over. I’ve taken two big bags to the drop off and started a box for anything I’m not love, love, loving. It’s only sensible. With the great winter markdowns at The Bay, I need to make some room. What? Boots now 70 % off? Make way!!