Taking Stock: November

Hello lovely people,

In the creative footsteps of blogger, author, teacher, crafter and all round nice lady Pip Lincolne, it’s time to take stock: 

Making myself comfy on the couch. 

Cooking eggplant bacon. There’s a batch in the oven right now!


Drinking coffee. This morning’s crema reminded me of constellations. 

Reading books about heart failure and the Mediterranean diet, so I can better understand and manage my health. 

Wanting to keep up my new habit of walking for my health. 

Looking up. The sky is my shield and comfort. 

Playing the new Taylor Swift album. I am loving the evolution of her musicianship.  

Deciding what I’m going to eat this week. Organisation is key to my low salt life. 

Wishing it was a long weekend. I love them. 

Enjoying pulling on my leafy leggings and sneaks and going for a walk, mostly. We’ll see if I make it out there today. 

Waiting for summer holidays. 

Liking myself, my family, my heart shield, this life. 

Wondering about how I might feel if I need to get a pacemaker. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. 

Loving the encouraging, supportive, generous, big hearted people in my life. You’re my oxygen. 

Pondering why I’m not blogging, sketching or painting much lately. 

Considering leaning more heavily into a Mediterranean style of eating. Bring on the ancient grains and pomegranates. 

Buying a new vacuum cleaner online. It’s a glamorous life!! 

Watching Bar Rescue, lots of Jamie Oliver, clouds. 

Hoping to continue feeling and being as well as I can. Combining that hope with everyday action is the key. 

Marvelling at the power of encouraging words. I know how much I need them, and need to give them. 

Cringing at the coarse vanity and stupidity of politicians, clinging to power by any means possible. Their inhumanity to those they perceive as unimportant to their cause is endlessly staggering. 

Needing to keep on keeping on, and get rid of some stuff. Less is better. 

Questioning why I felt such shame around being prescribed antidepressants. Stigma sucks. 

Smelling eggplant bacon.

Wearing my pjs. Comfort rules on the weekends, heck, comfort always always rules. 

Following my heart’s lead; inspiring people; a slow road. 

Noticing how vividly green the trees are against the sky. 

Knowing everything is cyclical. 

Thinking of ways to find balance. 

Admiring people who accept, embrace and celebrate themselves. Coming home to yourself is the ultimate pilgrimage. Are you on that road? I hope so. 

Getting philosophical. It always happens when I take stock, which is why it’s such a worthwhile practice. 

Book borrowing and buying. I want to spend more time reading. 

Coveting nothing. I don’t need more than I have. 

Disliking having to think about how much I drink every day, whether I’ve taken my tablets, and all that jazz. 

Opening myself to new ways of thinking and being. 

Feeling good. Life has challenges and great beauty. It is a privilege to be here. 

Snacking on hummus again. I finally found a great low sodium recipe! 

Hearing Taylor Swift sing, and feeling relaxed. 

That’s the state of play in my world. Reflecting on where we’re at, what we want and who we are is such a valuable way to check in with what truly matters. I highly recommend it! 

If you’d like to take stock, just copy and paste this list to your Facebook page/journal/blog or use the prompts in your creative practice. 

Making :
Cooking :
Drinking :

Take care of yourselves, and each other. 

Annette x 

Day 19 – Hoist The Hangers

It’s time for a Hoist The Hangers update. We’re almost two-thirds of the way through the month, and progress is good.

Here’s what I’ve discovered – I had too much stuff. No ifs or buts about it, just too much.

Let me pose you a question. How many pairs of undies does a girl need?

I tell you this, it’s NOT 50.

Oh, for shame, I discovered 50 pairs of jockettes in my top drawer. FIFTY! Not 15, which would be eminently reasonable. I still can’t quite believe it.

Let it go!
Oh, for shame!

And you know that stereotypical thing about some bachelors hanging on to jocks that are more holey than garment-like…. I’m here to tell you, this single gal was guilty of that too! Well, not quite to the same extent as some bachelors I’ve seen (ahem!), but there were some ‘favourites’ in there that grandma would have been MORTIFIED over if I’d been hit by a bus in them. They’ve now been binned. Sorry grandma.

The fruit box that I’m pitching hangers into as I cull my wardrobe is now overflowing. Here’s an art installation I created on the weekend with the spares.

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Proof positive that decluttering and heightened levels of creativity go hand in hand. (Falls down laughing.) Care to count them up? I’ll save you the trouble dear readers, that there is 44.44% of the #99hangers I started with. Woo hoo! I’m really happy with  my progress.

The boot of my car is now weighed down with two very hefty bags of recyclables for the op shop, which I’m hoping will be useful to somebody.

Part of the process of decluttering included venturing into what I had thought would be land mine strewn enemy territory – under the bed – but I’m pleased to report that I found only a few forlorn items hiding under a thick layer of dust, and they all went easily into the designated donations bags, even though I momentarily considered holding on to a long forgotten nana-chic (not in a good way) cardigan. I resisted, and it is in the bag with everything else unworthy of being in my space.

It has been a really interesting process, from seeing how much stuff I had as it flapped on the Hills Hoist, to thinking about why we have so much, what our stuff means to us, the power we give to inanimate objects, and what emotional comfort we draw from our things. Bringing those musings down to a personal level, and considering why I had so much, has been really valuable.

I have been pleasantly surprised to see just how much that was lurking in the back of drawers or shoved in the deepest recesses of my wardrobe or storage room, gave me no little or trouble when it came to discarding things. I think a lot of that was helped by setting my mind to the task before I began. I knew I needed to have a good declutter, and turning it into a bit of a game and hopefully moderately entertaining blog fodder, has made me enjoy it more and feel accountable about following through. I think that’s really important when it comes to a hoisting. Make yourself accountable to someone, set yourself a deadline/goal, whether that’s a time frame or an amount of items.

I had #99hangers and I’ve ditched 44.44% of the items that were hanging on them (special thanks at this point to Clare, my percentages and fractions support guru).

I’ve taken out and examined every skerrick of clothing from my wardrobe’s built-in drawers, and ditched plenty of stuff that was taking up space there.

I no longer have 50 pairs of undies. I think I’ve ditched at least 20 pairs, if not more. I have noticed that it feels like I’m pulling ‘new’ pairs out of the top drawer each morning, now that my holey old faves are in the bin. I don’t think we need to talk about that in any more detail. Sorry again, grandma.

I have found it so encouraging to have a few people comment here, or on Facebook or Instagram, that seeing me hoist my hangers has motivated them to consider their own hoisting. I thoroughly recommend it, especially if you’re suffering from ‘jam-packed wardrobe, nothing to wear’ syndrome. Hoist away!

I’m not done yet though. I still have to face my shoes! I’m confident there are less than #99pairs, but there are plenty that I don’t wear or had simply forgotten about. Again, I’m a favourites girl – the shoes I’m wearing right now are old, old, old Colorados and probably should have been binned years ago… so that will be another challenge.

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I’d love to hear from anyone who has started their own decluttering, hoisting, or has been thinking more about their possessions lately. We can so easily be defined by our ‘stuff’, don’t you think? I for one, do NOT want to be that kind of person. I want to be defined by the stuff in my head, the stuff in my heart, and most of all, the stuff of my actions.

Send me your ju-ju for the shoes chapter of #hoistthehangers please. I’m afeared.

Have a great week. Leave a comment, pop over to my Facebook page or Instagram and say hello, I love hearing from you.


Annette x