Martial Law.....

Junque...  A pretty way to spell destructive clutter...  I have invoked the Amendment to the Constitution that allows one family member to declare a war on JUNK...  clutter...  Mine goes first...  What craziness was I thinking when I brought home boxes of classroom decorations, when I brought home BOXES and boxes of stuff that didn't sell at Shady Peanut Lane, when I squirreled away stash after stash of "treasures" trash... that Mom wanted to pitch...  I wish I had a dumpster.... And a shovel.  Grrrrrrrrrrrr.  I'm hitting my closet tonight...  It's the kind of closet that has " pieces of fabric too small to save" written on boxes in my Gramma's handwriting....  I thought was darling...  But oh, honey... It is insidious...   Time for my Rebel Yell!  Oh, sure...  The proof is in the aftermath.  I've set forth to do this before...  Grrrrrrrrr...