packing

Miss Sugar writes: Easy Peasy

Greetings my little lucky charms! We are about six weeks away from no longer being country bumpkins. Port Stanley isn’t exactly the city, but it’s got a lot less corn and a lot more people. Today I want to share with you Mother’s philosophy: If something is too difficult, it’s not meant to be. As the moth-catcher of this family, I’ll have to agree. It’s much easier to wait for the moth to come to me, than to try to go to the moth.

Miss Sugar looking content, caught mid-scratch with her hind paw in the air

Miss Sugar’s Moving Diary – Entry #2

My world is upside down, and not just because my belly is in the air in hopes of inspiring a tummy rub. The humans previously referred to as Father and Mother are nearly unrecognizable. They run past me in a blur of cardboard and crumpled paper, muttering to themselves and each other about not forgetting this or that. But the ultimate horror befell me this week. An occurrence so frightening that I dared not even consider its possibility. I will never get over it.

stacks of packed boxes by Ari via Flickr

A New Method for Decluttering

Forget the KonMari method – deciding to keep only the items that bring you joy. Don’t buy a bunch of baskets and sort your stuff. That only helps the basket-makers and doesn’t do enough to reduce the amount of stuff you keep. No, I’ve developed a new way of looking at your stuff that will make you want to get rid of anything you don’t really need.  …