Yes, I must definitely take my gardening gloves.
That was the random thought that swirled into my head this morning. I’ll obviously need them, even though the garden in Stoupa is largely mature trees with some gravel and paved areas.
There are things living in the undergrowth that will bite me, sting me, crawl over me if I don’t have gardenings gloves on.
And I am such a dedicated gardener, too.
I kid you not. I am going mad, the gardening gloves are proof of it.
As a woman who lives fairly minimally, I’m not worrying too much, most days, about turning the contents of the little two bedroom house in Shoreham I’ve lived in for four years, into one suitcase or two, with some basic furniture and kitchen equipment in one tiny storage container somewhere local.
For when I come back, you understand.
I want something to sleep on, sit on, cook with.
No, I can’t let go of all that, I can’t just say I’ll get rid of it all and buy it when I come back.
I feel complete and utter panic at that idea.
Also, the frugal me can’t bear to spend £10 per item to rebuy on all the basic stirring, squeezing, straining things a half decent cook needs.
Insecure, scarce, delusional about my gardening proclivities.
These are not good emotions, I must journal immediately.
Oh wait, I’m blogging instead. That’s even better, I’m not just getting these negative thoughts out of my head into my journal, I’m getting them out into the world.
I haven’t actually started packing or clearing anything out yet, you understand. I’m just thinking about it while reading books about other people who have moved to Greece.
I’ve taken a load of books out of my big book cupboard. Yes, the very one that features so frequently in discussions about clutter in the “Own It! Your Business & Your Life” podcast I co-host with Judith Morgan.
I might clear out all the “never used” toiletries from my bathroom cupboard and shelf in my bedroom cupboard. That would be an easy job.
No emotional attachment there. Just the “just in case” factor to contend with.
Cuticle cream? Really?!
Dream on. I wear gardening gloves!