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Use it to death!

I'm totally in conscientious and frugal mode as I coast into the new year. I'm very aware of having things that never get used or appreciated and a strong desire to change that this year.
Im starting with my closet and then moving outward into the rest of the house. For instance my two guitar amps and my bass guitar- are totally getting used and appreciated this year.
My house is also basically a library thanks to my writer/bookworm boyfriend. So reading and using those spaces that never get used to read- part of the new plans.
Cleaning and organizing the art studio is going to be an undertaking but will help so much in productivity. Dare I organize allllll the paints by colors? Monster project. I'm still wrapping my brain around it.
Im also planning to kick harmful chemicals out of my world and be wiser about recycling and reusing. I'm planning to use the products/items I already have to death and stretch things out as much as possible then not buy them any more. Natural as much as  possible. That's everything from makeup to laundry detergent.
I'm even washing cat food cans for recycling and art studio use.
I want to be less. I want to harm less. I want to feel good about my choices and actually enjoy the things around me.
Its a very spare Christmas if you compare it to what Americans think the holiday is about. But Im actually enjoying not getting flooded with more stuff I have to find space for, packaging that will delight the eyes for a moment and then be trashed. Im enjoying what I already have and feeling abundant.
Busy day sorting clothes for donation and sale (im thinking to ebay some vintage mod stuff) and getting my closet project in motion.
Who wouldve thought I'd spend Christmas holiday ORGANIZING and actually be happy about it?
Life is weird folks! 😋

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