Spent about 30 minutes on one of those Warhol-like boxes I want to eradicate from my sewing space.
Had to stop because I ran out of focused pitching mode.
How do you keep from saving addresses you'd like to save but probably won't write to?
And what to do with birth announcements from kids now grown, parents split?
I stopped working on the box when I stopped being ruthless. One hour of progress is it this morning. And most of a sheet of stamps, 14 cents away from their first-class prime time.
Maybe I'll have better luck in the office. Much file purging to do there, too. I'd rather knit.
ETA: hmmm good thing I posted this nonsense. Discovered previous blog posting failure.