Perhaps it was bound to happen. Eight years old and the plastic had gone brittle, and as I flipped it over to check for crud on the bottom of the vacuum, the head of the vacuum separated from the rest of the machine. Darn.
I must be a bad minimalist, as I have a back-up vacuum. When I first moved out on my own (twelve years ago! where does the time go?), I bought a tiny little hand-held vacuum that managed to keep my horribly dark blue berber carpets clean (or so I thought – they were dark blue, how could one even tell if they were clean or not?) I used it sporadically before obtaining my full-size vacuum when we moved into our current place in 2003. Since then, the back-up vacuum has done little else than take up space in the closet. I think it’s a bit fortuitous that having decluttered nearly 6000 things this year, and I never thought to get rid of this secondary vacuum. Yay me.
Even funnier was when I broke the vacuum, my three year old piped up and said, “Uh oh, the vacuum’s broken. I’m sure they sell those at the thrift shop.”
One of my goals for the year is to consciously participate in Project 333. The main purpose of Project 333 is to have a complete wardrobe with only 33 items in it and wear that wardrobe for a period of three months. I’m hoping that this project will motivate me to have no more than 33 items in my wardrobe at any given moment. You can learn more about Project 333 here.
My already small wardrobe is shrinking. The amazing thing that has happened for me in having a wardrobe of only 33 items is that I am finding myself wanting less in my closet, not more. I have subtracted two more items from my closet, having decided that the hemline on my corduroy skirts was a little too short for this 35 year old mom of two. Also, a pair of leggings that I bought last year bit the dust this past week and I have no hankering to replace them, seeing as I already have three other pair of leggings in my closet (along with a couple of pair of tights). I’m also considering donating my two hoodies back to My Sister’s Closet (I bought them there this past spring), as I feel a tad frumpy when I wear them and that’s hardly a feeling I want to embrace. And so, a short update for a quiet month in the Project 333 department.
If you are participating in Project 333, be sure to get in touch in the comments section – I love to hear about others’ experiments with living with less!
It’s the day after Halloween and there is a general feeling of a sugar hangover hanging over the neighbourhood. Only a quarter of my son’s class showed up for school this morning. Who knew that one night of sugar highs would have such an effect? As this is my son’s first year attending school full-time, I wasn’t quite prepared for the highs and lows that would surround Halloween and trick-or-treating. I’m now faced with 6.2 lbs of Halloween candy (yes, I weighed it – I couldn’t resist!) and am thinking of ways to get it out of my house without tossing it all in the trash in one fell swoop.
A couple of ways I’ll be attacking the stash of candy:
- I’ll be giving it to my son’s teacher for her candy drawer. I know not all teachers like to give out rewards or treats in the form of sugar, but I know that my son’s Grade 1 teacher does occasionally give out candy as a reward for good behaviour. Not a practice I would be endorsing for home, but I don’t mind that she does. I offered her some candy for her candy drawer this morning, and she gratefully accepted – I’ll be dropping off a third of my kids’ Halloween loot to her later today (only the nut-free treats will be heading to school).
- I’ll be sharing it with friends. This is my favourite way to get things out of the house, especially things that are sugary treats and snacks. I like to spread the love around, so I’ll be serving Halloween treats at playdates and home and taking them to friends houses, and you’ll probably even see me bringing treats to the playground in the coming weeks. Whatever it takes to prevent ME from eating more than MY fair share of my kids’ Halloween candy.
- I’ll be letting my kids enjoy it. Halloween is a festive celebration that seems to come and go in such a short period of time. I have lots of memories of Halloween from my own childhood, sorting through my pillowcase of loot with my younger brother each night after dinner, choosing our favourites first and finally being left with nothing but small taffy candies at the bottom of our bags. I’d be remiss to not let my kids enjoy making some of their own Halloween memories.
- I’ll be throwing it away. All the sticky taffy-like treats are so bad for kids’ teeth, so I won’t feel guilty about throwing the occasional Tootsie Roll straight into the trash. Same goes for the Double Bubble, or anything with the words “jawbreaker” in the name. I’m such a party pooper, I know.
How was your Halloween? Did you go trick-or-treating, or did you have a quiet evening at home?