Toss Ten Tuesday

Three months into this project and happily I am running out of things to toss "topside". "Topside". That's funny to me! Being raised in Florida we only got to see basements when we visited some friends in New Jersey, so I'm not comfortable quite yet with the vernacular. What I know of top vs. bottom in a living arrangement sort of way, is boat lingo. My dad was a fisherman all his life and we grew up on and around boats, so in our new northern home I call the upper, living floor "topside" and the basement "below" or "below deck". Charles thinks I'm a kook with I ask, "Can you light the pellet stove below deck for me?" or "I need to take these boxes topside." So next month I'll be headed below to maybe find some things in my scrap space (gulp!) or in the storage boxes to toss.

Still feeling great about this project. It helps to watch an episode of Hoarders right before you pick stuff to toss!



CIAO TO WHITE, PLASTIC FLIP FLOPS! YOU ALWAYS LOOK DIRTY. I REALLY DO NOT WANT A PAIR OF CHEAP SHOES THAT I HAVE TO CLEAN BEFORE I WEAR THEM.

CIAO TO A BROKEN MOP. I HATE TO MOP AND THAT COMES FROM MY KNACK FOR PICKING THE MOST PERFECTLY WRONG MOPS. I HAVE NEVER FOUND A MOP THAT I LIKE. YOU LOOKED PROMISING, BUT I BROKE YOU ON MAYBE YOUR SECOND ATTEMPT. I'VE KEPT YOU HANGING IN THE CLOSET IN THE HOPES THAT YOU WOULD MAGICALLY FIX YOURSELF. YOU HAVE NOT, SO CIAO!

CIAO TO SOME UNUSED CARD GAMES. I HONESTLY DON'T KNOW WHY I KEEP SO MANY BOARD GAMES, MY HUSBAND REFUSES TO PLAY THEM WITH ME. (WHICH BREAKS MY HEART!) I AM HOPING TO FIND A GROUP OF BOARD GAME PLAYERS TO JUSTIFY MY STASH, BUT IN THE MEANTIME, SOME OF THE LEAST FAVORITES WILL START TO GO. I WILL MISS YOU MOST OF ALL...

CIAO TO CHRISTMAS RIBBON. I KEEP THE RIBBON FOR A SECOND OR THIRD USE, BUT YOU GUYS WERE SO CREASED THAT I COULDN'T DO THAT.

CIAO TO SOME OLD KEY CHAINS THAT JUST ENDED UP IN MY JUNK DRAWER. HOW YOU THINGS JUST MIGRATE TO MY HOUSE I WILL NEVER KNOW, BUT I DO KNOW THAT I'LL NEVER USE YOU SO OFF YOU GO TO ANOTHER HOME.

CIAO TO THE HOT PINK SNAKE THAT CHARLES WON AT THE FABULOUS 1890'S FESTIVAL. HE WON YOU FROM A NICE SANTA-ESQUE GENTLEMAN AT THE POP-A-BALLOON BOOTH. I WARNED THAT BRINGING HOME ANY TOY WAS A BAD IDEA. THEY WERE ALL JUNKY. WE HAVE NO USE FOR TOYS. HE THOUGHT SOMEHOW THAT OUR 8 POUND CHIHUAHUA WOULD CARRY YOU AROUND AND PLAY WITH YOU. YOU ARE TOO HUGE FOR THAT AND YOU JUST SCARE HER. MAYBE A NICE GERMAN SHEPPARD WILL FIND YOU AND LOVE YOU.

CIAO TO SOME BED HEAD PRODUCT THAT HAS NEVER WORKED ON MY HAIR. YOU MAKE MY HAIR LOOK GREASY JUST OUT OF THE SHOWER. NOT GOOD. I'VE GIVEN YOU FAR TOO MANY CHANCES. I'VE EVEN TRIED SNEAKING YOU INTO CHARLES' PRODUCT AREA IN THE HOPES THAT HE'LL USE YOU. HE JUST PUT YOU BACK WITH MY STUFF SO, SORRY TO SAY, NEITHER OF US LIKE YOU.

CIAO BROKEN HAIR DRYER. CHARLES USED YOU TO DRY OUT SOME SNOW BOOTS AND BURNED OUT YOUR MOTOR. HE ACTUALLY TRIED TO PUT YOU BACK IN MY BATHROOM SUPPLIES AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED, BUT I FIGURED IT ALL OUT AND HAD TO REPLACE YOU.

CIAO GREY AND PURPLE SWEATER. YOU WERE VERY COOL IN THE EARLY 90'S, BUT I CANNOT WAIT ANY LONGER FOR YOU TO COME BACK IN STYLE. I FINALLY NEED SWEATERS AND YOU JUST ARE NOT FASHIONABLE.

CIAO AND A BIG SNIFF TO MY BELOVED SPONGEBOB SQUARE PANTS SOCKS. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I GUESS THAT I'VE WORN YOU TOO MANY TIMES BECAUSE YOUR ELASTIC IS SHOT. SOB. YOU DO NOT STAY UP AND END UP BUNCHED AROUND MY ANKLES. SNIFF.SNIFF. I HAVE TO HOLD YOU TO THE SAME STANDARDS THAT I HOLD ALL OTHER SOCKS IN THIS HOUSE TO-ONCE YOUR ELASTIC IS SHOT, YOU GO. BOO-HOO!! I HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO FIND A PAIR OF REPLACEMENT SBSP SOCKS, SO I AM GONNA BE REALLY, REALLY SAD TO SEE YOU GO....THANK YOU FOR THE MANY YEARS OF SERVICE, DEAR FRIENDS...