Cut the Crap - or - Making Space

We are a little absent at the moment, and although for a while I have been meaning to write a post, it is very difficult to know what about as we are in a bit of an inbetweeny place right now.
As I mentioned in the last post we are intending to move house, hopefully quite soon, and so a lot of our time has been taken up with making preparations for that, and the rest of our time is spent with our tiny, pink, playful baby. (who is 3 months old today!)

  

Over the last month or so we have seen at least 20 bin bags of clothes etc leave the house, and a number of boxes and large pieces of furniture, and we are really starting to feel the fabled freedom that comes with owning less stuff - in fact anyone who comes too close is now unfortunately subjected to me rambling on and on about it. I am genuinely happier though, more energetic, and feel I have more time and enthusiasm for my friends and loved ones.
All of my clothes now fit into one small wardrobe and I still feel I could get rid of more, in time, and although I still have quite a few shoes, I have given away or sold everything apart from Birkenstocks, Dr Martens, Vibrams and running shoes which are all kind on my feet.
I have found that the more I get rid of, the easier it is to ditch even more, and my appetite for new 'stuff' has completely disappeared, I just see it as a burden, more things to look after. Perhaps one day I'll attempt something like Project 333, but for now I'm happy to just keep going without rules, it's so much easier than I expected.
In terms of doing stuff - not getting rid of things - not much has been going on. Will has been doing some crochet, he's just finished a blanket we both started working on about 3 years ago. We've made a couple of gifts for people, and I have been working away at my hand-patchwork in the evenings after Ivy has gone to sleep, and repairing the odd thing as well. Although it takes so much longer I've actually enjoyed being restricted to hand-sewing. I'm not ready to part with my machine and I hope that it won't be too long before Ivy is more settled and I can start using it again, but the quiet, and the slow, precise process of hand-sewing is very peaceful.

I'll finish now by sharing a couple of sleep deprived wurbly thoughts I had during one of last-night's feeds.
This time next year I would like:
-To be living intentionally; for the things we fill our life with to be there because we have chosen for them to be not out of convenience, availability, or any kind of outside pressure.
-To be living as I would choose to live even if I were a much wealthier person; to be perfectly content within our means, not because there is no choice but to be but because the life we choose is one that is peaceful, sustainable and simple.
We're on our way.