The marble hex tiles for my bathroom were delivered last week. Is it strange to be in love with tile? I actually hugged it, made sure every person who entered my house saw my new tile, and, in true blogger fashion, I set it in good light and photographed it. Now I'm writing about it. I love this tile.
I chose not to use my True Value prize money on it, though. It would've been about $1500 to buy it from their tile supplier and I found it on Amazon for about $300. See, I'm even thrifty with prize money! I just can't help myself.
So, my living room has become the holding area for my bathroom fixtures. That's the bead board, toilet, tank, and sink basin piled against my piano.
I got a little antsy yesterday and ripped down the wallpaper border that was above the pink plastic tile. I hope to complete the demolition this week.
Today, though, I needed to take care of some things for my own sanity and cleaning my half of the closet was one of them. (Yes, I share a tiny closet with my husband.) I was ready to be ruthless and that's a good time to clean out a closet. I filled 2 1/2 garbage bags with clothes, shoes and purses without pause, but I hesitated when I came across my collection of dance shoes.
It's gotten better. I used to have five pairs that I've been hauling around since my musical theatre days. Today, I only had three. Why are these so hard for me to throw away? When I gave this a lot of thought, I came up with an honest answer. If I have dance shoes, it means I'm still a dancer.
I challenged myself today. Just let them go. Getting rid of the shoes doesn't mean I can't do a mean time step or that I'll forget second position. Getting rid of the shoes frees up space in my closet and relieves the stress I feel when my home is too cluttered.
So...I threw away my ballet shoes and character shoes.
I wasn't totally ruthless, though...
...I kept the tap shoes.
You just never know when you'll need to shuffle off to Buffalo...
...and I just wasn't ready, yet.
