After having to take some time off I’m spending the weekend trying to get myself back into routine. I’m feeling better than I have been for the last few days, so on Friday I decided it would be good to get a little life admin done. You know those jobs that you put off and push to one side for another? The ones you know that you’re never really going to want to get on with?
Since I move out in a week and a half, I’ve been thinking about how much I need to start tackling some of the jobs on my list. I need to figure out what I’m taking, what’s staying here and what needs to go. So of course, sorting through my embarrassingly large stack of old magazines is one that’s figured pretty high on my list of ‘stuff I don’t want to do’ for a while now. Yes, I’m one of those girls that never throws away old copies of Vogue and Elle. Instead, I stuff them away in cupboards, under my bed, in boxes, wherever I can find the space really. I hide them away while assuring myself that one day I’ll (probably) want to flick back through them. I have no idea where this idea comes from, and can only blame the notion on watching too much Sex and the City and admiring Carrie’s Vogue archive, because in all honesty I don’t think I’ve EVER done that. Usually I barely have time to have a proper read through the current month’s issues of Elle and Vogues before I find myself buying the next. So I’ve decided in the interest of reducing clutter, I’m abandoning all my old issues of Elle (apart from the last few month cos, you know, I may want to flick back through them). I’m allowing myself to keep a select few older ones though (mainly the ones with Alexa Chung on the cover) as well as the Elle Collections, but they’re not like normal magazines, are they? As for my Vogues, I’m having a cull. But I’m saving the last few years to allow me a catalogue of complete years (bar Jan 2012 which I don’t seem to have), from 2011 until now. But I figure that’s ok. Because I have gotten rid of a lot of them. And because it’s Vogue. So it’s different.