Whose driving who? The 'stuff' or moi?

Hi guys,

Well, it's been almost a month since I last posted. 

I am ashamed to say that I have not done all that much in the activity of purging the 'stuff'.  Notice how I don't say ... my 'stuff''.  This is a way of removing myself from 'it all'.   The less personal, the more detached I can become.  Anyway, the new job has been a huge part of that neglect.  It has been head down and bum up in concentrating on getting into what I need to do to make this a huge success and long lasting. 

I love my job and what Ido.

I certainly do no want another fiasco like my last job where I had only been there for 6 months and kicking goals when the boss tells me he has to 'let me go' due to loosing 3 huge clients.  That was in January and finished up at that job by the end of February and have to say my position has still not been filled.

Five months later I am now working for my new company who are wonderful.  The training, the people, the facilities are all excellent and most helpful.  I keep pinching myself to check that it is true! 

With my last job I had the good fortune and sense to get rid of the humongeous credit card.  I now live credit card free entirely and am so liberated by doing so.  This time round this job has allowed my to concentrate on changing the old war horse vehicle to an upgrade that can stand the mileage and accommodate the pamphlets and work gear that I have to travel with.

Prior to Mum passing away, I had a fantastic zippy car that I called the 'battle axe' as AXE was part of the rego plate.  It died in the bum due to the sheer amount of running around I had to do looking after Mum for many years and there was no way I could afford another car at that time and being that Mum recently, at that time, could no longer drive meant the logical thing to do was take on Mum's car so I could continue to look after her.  I never liked driving Mum and Dad's car.  It never felt like mine.  But I had no choice.  I had to keep looking after her and begger's don't get to be choosers do they now.  t has been over 30 years since I have chosen a car and finally I get to do just that.  Choose my own car. Below is the old jallopy that got me through till now! 

Thanks Mum from the bottom and top of my heart.  But it is time for her to go and me to make my own way.

She will get a new life in a used car yard where someone will get at least a couple of years out of her.  Being that I have kept her mechanically up an running and replaced nearly everything from shockers and all welsh plugs you could imagine.  She will cope with city runs, but not huge long day to day trips.  A good get-about, but not  rep car.  Behind this photo you can see the recent acquisition ... 'uggles' as I refer to it now!

Uggles and I!  Look happy, don't I?  This is me picking up the new wheels.  A Honda CRV Sports 2006 and a dream to drive, of which, I will be doing a hell of alot of in this new position.  I am not that keen on a black car, but this one ticked all the other boxes so I can live with the black.  I intend to tint the windows being that this is my office. 

Black on black on black... what a good look eh!

Me ... a road hog!  No way.

Now you can see why I have been remiss in my neglect to purging more of the 'stuff'.  Even though I have put some more bags of clothes in recycle bins, etc, I feel it hasn't been enough.  And on top of that, I promised myself I would no longer bring anything home from the hard rubbish that people put out. 

I have to confess that I lapsed miserably yesterday.

I just so happened to be passing in a very wealthy area, when I saw a young man placing these chairs out on the nature strip that looked in immaculate condition.  I stopped and enquired about these chairs with this chappy.  He told me that his Mum wanted to get rid of it to make way for a new smaller setting and that there was nothing wrong with it at all.  After a chat with his Mum, I was able to get all 4 chairs and will go to collect the table today.  She also had a custom made marble table top for the table, but one of her family had expressed interest in it and I will find out today it I am able to take that also.  It is beautiful and in fantastic condition and will look gorgeous in my backyard garden for us to enjoy this summer. 

BBQ's here we come!

So I having brought home the 4 chairs made of wrought iron with yet to pick up the table and hopefully will come with the marble top if I get extremely lucky, I will be one lucky lady.

Boy are these guy heavy.  Even the guy struggled with them.  So in case of any high winds this baby ain't goin' nowhere.  A quick wire brush over and a spray of shiny black and this will come up a treat.

Sigh...  the 'stuff' is meant to be going out ... not coming in!!!

You know what this means?

Yep, I will have to do some serious purging to justify bringing this setting home.

I can hear Kez now .... noooooo ... while she is flying off to Europe as we speak!!!  Don't worry Kez, I will resist the urge and promise not to look from now on.

By the way, I have already been told off for doing this by Gabs!

I love my friends who look out for me as it does help in me keeping a check on this very type of  behaviour from gettig out of hand and it easily can.  Believe me.  But that is a whole other story ... or blog in this case.

With that in mind, I have to go and chuck more crap out peoples.  That and post a hat to sell on eBay fo te Melbourne Racing Carnival.

Here it 'tis... a Peter Jago vintage original.  Bought nearly 30 years ago and the colour is the right one for this season as it so happens.  Never ever got to wear it and is in pristine condition.  Let me know what you think of it.

Good luck to those who continue with this very same struggle as 'moi' on a daily basis and know that you are not alone in this quest to live unemcumbered of  'too much'! 

How does that saying go... less is more! 

Well, we will find out one day soon enough.

Cheers to one and all
from getting happier by the day Anita