The bed sheet started it

17 Mar

All this chaos, upheavel and rummaging through prized posessions waiting purpose [that’s political correct speak for junk], artefacts of unimaginable worth and irreplasible detirus all began with a single thought “I should get some new bed sheets”.

Sitting on my bed one evening thinking that the material was beginning to show signs of its age, I decided it was time to look for some new sheets. Hmm, my bed is a four foot job, brushed cotton/flannelette are not only awkward to find and have limited choice of colours, but are also twice the price of standard double sheets.  Okay, well the bed is getting on abit, maybe not as comfy or as supportive as I need, so let’s look into getting a new bed.

That means everything to the one side has to accommodate an extra six inches.  The gap between the bottom of the bed and the tall bookcase is narrow enough, it would be impassable with a new bed, so the bookcase needs chucking.  All three book cases needed going through to either bin, car boot or keep. 

Hence on Monday Big Sis armed with kitchen bin and plastic box set forth, cassette tapes, video tapes, books, letters, cards, photos and items on inconsequence were sorted through. Parked on the bed attempting to supervise, I discovered books I forgot I had, wanting to keep more, but when I waivered I got a ‘look’, it comes in the ‘mother’ package that many women utilise on everyone around them. I am sure most of us have been on the receiving end of such a look that shouts “Really!?!”, “Be Honest”, “What?” And “Why!” Which has a side emphasis of “I will overrule you”. Three bags into the black bin, at least two into the recycle bin; photo albums, travelling diaries and professional certificates were relocated to the front room dresser. My desk was covered in things to be sorted.  

It was rather pleasant and cathartic experience that has now expanded to the kitchen glory draw, my desk, and the cupboard beside it.

On Thursday BroInLaw will come and dismantle the tall bookcase, the two smaller (and thinner ones) will be shuffled across, the small bedside chest of draws can then be moved along, meaning the hunt is on for a new bed that meets my very specific needs (and budget),

and some new bed sheets which have a lot to answer for!


Posted by on March 17, 2015 in Uncategorized


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6 responses to “The bed sheet started it

  1. gillyk

    March 17, 2015 at 7:17 pm

    Oh I know this process so well … in order to do the first thing, you have to do a million others first :yes: And the worst bit is not the actual sorting, but the decisions that have to be made 🙄

    Good luck!


    • amgroves

      March 18, 2015 at 11:52 am

      Yeap, yeap, and also there is that point in a job where everything is utter chaos and mess before it gets better/sorted/done. Even with chores it gets worse before it gets better.


  2. Bushka

    March 17, 2015 at 7:28 pm

    Wow!!!! Great process under way….most ‘Great Processes’ are often triggered by a ‘soon-forgotten’ little ‘thought’…..;) Keep Going Luv!!! Hugs! xxx


    • amgroves

      March 18, 2015 at 11:53 am

      Indeed. It is a job that has needed doing for some time but has been put off and put off because I could not do it by myself and in some ways was not ready to get rid of these tangible items to memories.


  3. lilian1

    March 18, 2015 at 4:26 pm

    I think Spring has arrived I have been clearing out in my case old letters junk mail old bills then had a good dust everywhere did the clothes thing last month breaks my heart when things get small but the clothes have gone to charity so all good 😉 xx


    • amgroves

      March 21, 2015 at 1:06 pm

      Yeap. When the sun shone things felt a little brighter and clearer around these parts.

      Still more to do!



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