My Spring Clean is officially done – while it is still Spring!!!!! I am quite pleased with myself.
- 4 bags of donations
- 2 Craigslist sales (thanks to DH2U)
- Old television to recycling (It was free and they sent us a postcard asking us to spread the word to San Diegans about the FREE drop off dates for electronics)
- Several bags of trash
∴ Tons more space!
We are living in a one bedroom condo with less than 700 square feet, so extra space is key.
One of the items whose dumpster time became apparent was my pair of black boots. I love these boots, but I was on my way to the opera when I noticed this:
It took me a couple months to say goodbye, while they sat in my closet.
These boots saw me through my entire dance career, many a night of clubbing, and even some sophisticated outfits. I loved being over six feet tall in them, and the confidence that comes with a comfortable and sexy pair of shoes. I bought them because they represented the person I wanted to be … and the person I eventually became — a woman who could pull them off!
I wore these boots as I walked across San Francisco after the bars closed and to the best annual holiday martini party on the planet.
Thank you, boots, for your diligent years of service.
As I mentioned in my earlier blog post, I decided to cap off my spring clean with a treat to myself: maid service! I purchased the daily deal months ago, so I decided to cash in my certificate. It was the first time I ever paid someone to come into my place. While it wasn’t nearly as bad as the horrific maid experience had by DJ over at Thoughts from Paris, it definitely did not inspire me to do it again. They were unapologetic about arriving an hour and fifteen minutes late, the level of clean was only what I normally do on a medium clean day (despite their website claiming your kitchen will be cleaner than you’ve ever seen it), and they used an air freshener reminiscent of cheap hotels.
I guess the lesson learn might have been “You get what you pay for”, but testing that hypothesis would involve spending even more money for a comparison, and that’s just not going to happen. So I tried something new and figured out it wasn’t for me. At least this week’s cleaning is done.
Coincidentally, my boots cost less than the maid service.