This downsizing has become an unstoppable force

Not thinking about downsizing today, more wondering about a lovely little Shelley teaset  I have packed away. I'll show you when I unpack it.

 The story is that I sold it to a friend, who then after a lot of backing and filling, loved the set, perfect condition,  declined to accept it, insisted I keep the check. I never did find out what the back story was, but surmised there was domestic arguing about buying yet more china, but they didn't want me to be the loser because of it.

Which annoyed me, because I wanted to sell it locally, no shipping angst. Though there was getting the right box, and the right packing material, earthfriendly, careful packing all for naught.  So I put it away in a snit.

Then during the night I thought:  why don't I just unpack and enjoy it myself? I'm worth it. So I will. The opposite of downsizing, but oddly, it fits into the idea of keeping what you use and enjoy.

So today, I made another bag of other dishes and kitchen gear for the thriftie, including sorting the dyeing supplies (in the kitchen, because stove and water), which are now in one single crate

 and studied bookshelves.

The result is: one empty, one partly

And a bag of books, readable but not up to library needs for the thriftie run

And a bag of library donations.

Also plans for two folding bookshelves still in the studio, one to replace the white bookcase, one to replace a big bookshelf thing currently storing shoes near the front door.

I may already have a taker for the big one. The others will adorn the dumpster area until they're picked up by neighbors.

Not bad for a day of officially not doing much.

I'd say I added value to the day.