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My Tupperware set me free!

If you have been missing me, well, I have been down in the ditches with dust, dirt, dog hair, and other unmentionables. I have found bills that have been completely ignored, others from 2002, pictures of people I do not know the names of anymore, and clothes….

Oh, my beautiful clothes….

Today is day 4 of a manic panic ditching session before I ring in the New Year tomorrow night with friends. I received the not so subtle messages in my dreams and horoscope that I better get my ass in gear and get rid of what I did not want repeated in 2010.

I was contemplating torching the place, but then I do love this house. Plus, the heater in the van does not work.

Four evenings ago, as I was stuffing yet some more books (which I just purchased at the thrift store!) into my custom-built bookshelf that is stacked double-deep, one of my old books fell out and on to my toes. “Clear your Clutter with Feng Shui”, by Karen Kingston. I have only read this book at least 5 times in the last 10 years, but something made me open to page 1 and start reading, AGAIN. That was a mistake. Oh my GODDESS! I walked into my kitchen, which happens to be my Prosperity area, and thought: I am doomed. I was still sorting Tupperware at 4 am. I threw out everything that did not have a top or bottom (no matter if they were expensive Tupper or cheap Rubbermaid), all my ten million saved joghurt canisters, scrubbed my sink, found my table, etc. My recycle bin is full.

Next I tackled my bedroom, which houses my super book shelves behind a beautiful, vibrant curtain, LOL. I myself am amazed at how many Feng Shui, Moon Magic, Magic, Herb, Knitting/Crochet, Business & Network marketing (old life), and misc. Goddess Power books I have. One of the nice things about clearing that first layer of books is that I find books I totally forgot I had…and I already bought another copy!

Uff, and that pile of STUFF on my desk. I hate paper, yet it loves me. It attaches to me like a bad stink.

As it says in my good little book, clutter attracts bad energy. I already know that, so why in the hell do I have so much clutter? It is crazy. So, on day two, I hauled out 3 giant boxes of paper, old magazines, crap. That was after I sorted out books into piles for friends, piles for doubles, and a box for the thrift store (I do not give books away lightly, and yet, I had a whole box of books I did not love. Not enought to give them to friends, that shows you the state of mind I must be in sometimes). Finding so much stuff that was unwanted, and unneeded really got me thinking about how this stuff correlates with my life. If you know me, you know that “clutter”, and trying to get rid of it, seems to be a thread. Having the proof stare me in the face……..

That is when I paniced! Only how many days until New Years Eve??

Yesterday I tackled the garage/junk room/laundry/pantry room. That room morphs at night and grows stuff. That room is like a pimple on my ass. I have no idea WHY we cannot keep that room clean. So I tackled it yet again.

Today, I explained to the kids that this is an emergency. My daughter must go into her closet, and get out whatever she does not love. LOVE, you hear me??? I don’t care what I paid for it, if you have ever worn it, if it is still too big. If you don’t LOVE it, hand it over. Amazingly enough, she filled a whole garbage bag, even though we just cleared a few weeks ago. We have good friends to give most of it to, yet, another nudge into my conscious. Heike, what the hell are doing???

My son, well he dumped the giant storage tote that has been sitting in my living room, and it was Christmas all over for him. Once he sorted out Legos, train tracks, Lincoln Logs from the general mayhem, I made him choose one to give away. I got the evil eye, and had to bribe a kiss with the promise of Diary Queen.

My closet, well that is a matter of its’ own. I do have clothes that I have had for at least 20 years, and I think they still fit me for the most part. That does not mean I should wear them, ever. I still had some polyester stints in there from my working days, some success suits from my direct sales days, and lots and lots of shoes. I have a shoe thing. Or had, since now my wardrobe consists mainly of cowboy boots, hiking boots, and tennis shoes that lift your butt. I have not worn heels for at least 4 years, yet, I still had 3 pairs of heels, with price tags in my closet, nestled in with all their buddies. What can I say?

I took a deep breath, and plunged in. I stuffed a giant bag with clothes for WEAVE, and another for the thrift store. I am over the initial shock, and might go back in tomorrow and take out some more.

I packed my car, and donated. I came home, and discovered that I forgot two bags, LOL.

Now, I am going to tackle more paper. I have to punch little holes in it and file. I will do so with a smile and a big glass of rum. Maybe rum & coffee….

One more night…

What I am thankful for: My kids, who are afraid I may be going insane.

What I am reading: “House of Spirits” by Isabel Allende.

My Tupperware set me free!

If you have been missing me, well, I have been down in the ditches with dust, dirt, dog hair, and other unmentionables. I have found bills that have been completely ignored, others from 2002, pictures of people I do not know the names of anymore, and clothes….

Oh, my beautiful clothes….

Today is day 4 of a manic panic ditching session before I ring in the New Year tomorrow night with friends. I received the not so subtle messages in my dreams and horoscope that I better get my ass in gear and get rid of what I did not want repeated in 2010.

I was contemplating torching the place, but then I do love this house. Plus, the heater in the van does not work.

Four evenings ago, as I was stuffing yet some more books (which I just purchased at the thrift store!) into my custom-built bookshelf that is stacked double-deep, one of my old books fell out and on to my toes. “Clear your Clutter with Feng Shui”, by Karen Kingston. I have only read this book at least 5 times in the last 10 years, but something made me open to page 1 and start reading, AGAIN. That was a mistake. Oh my GODDESS! I walked into my kitchen, which happens to be my Prosperity area, and thought: I am doomed. I was still sorting Tupperware at 4 am. I threw out everything that did not have a top or bottom (no matter if they were expensive Tupper or cheap Rubbermaid), all my ten million saved joghurt canisters, scrubbed my sink, found my table, etc. My recycle bin is full.

Next I tackled my bedroom, which houses my super book shelves behind a beautiful, vibrant curtain, LOL. I myself am amazed at how many Feng Shui, Moon Magic, Magic, Herb, Knitting/Crochet, Business & Network marketing (old life), and misc. Goddess Power books I have. One of the nice things about clearing that first layer of books is that I find books I totally forgot I had…and I already bought another copy!

Uff, and that pile of STUFF on my desk. I hate paper, yet it loves me. It attaches to me like a bad stink.

As it says in my good little book, clutter attracts bad energy. I already know that, so why in the hell do I have so much clutter? It is crazy. So, on day two, I hauled out 3 giant boxes of paper, old magazines, crap. That was after I sorted out books into piles for friends, piles for doubles, and a box for the thrift store (I do not give books away lightly, and yet, I had a whole box of books I did not love. Not enought to give them to friends, that shows you the state of mind I must be in sometimes). Finding so much stuff that was unwanted, and unneeded really got me thinking about how this stuff correlates with my life. If you know me, you know that “clutter”, and trying to get rid of it, seems to be a thread. Having the proof stare me in the face……..

That is when I paniced! Only how many days until New Years Eve??

Yesterday I tackled the garage/junk room/laundry/pantry room. That room morphs at night and grows stuff. That room is like a pimple on my ass. I have no idea WHY we cannot keep that room clean. So I tackled it yet again.

Today, I explained to the kids that this is an emergency. My daughter must go into her closet, and get out whatever she does not love. LOVE, you hear me??? I don’t care what I paid for it, if you have ever worn it, if it is still too big. If you don’t LOVE it, hand it over. Amazingly enough, she filled a whole garbage bag, even though we just cleared a few weeks ago. We have good friends to give most of it to, yet, another nudge into my conscious. Heike, what the hell are doing???

My son, well he dumped the giant storage tote that has been sitting in my living room, and it was Christmas all over for him. Once he sorted out Legos, train tracks, Lincoln Logs from the general mayhem, I made him choose one to give away. I got the evil eye, and had to bribe a kiss with the promise of Diary Queen.

My closet, well that is a matter of its’ own. I do have clothes that I have had for at least 20 years, and I think they still fit me for the most part. That does not mean I should wear them, ever. I still had some polyester stints in there from my working days, some success suits from my direct sales days, and lots and lots of shoes. I have a shoe thing. Or had, since now my wardrobe consists mainly of cowboy boots, hiking boots, and tennis shoes that lift your butt. I have not worn heels for at least 4 years, yet, I still had 3 pairs of heels, with price tags in my closet, nestled in with all their buddies. What can I say?

I took a deep breath, and plunged in. I stuffed a giant bag with clothes for WEAVE, and another for the thrift store. I am over the initial shock, and might go back in tomorrow and take out some more.

I packed my car, and donated. I came home, and discovered that I forgot two bags, LOL.

Now, I am going to tackle more paper. I have to punch little holes in it and file. I will do so with a smile and a big glass of rum. Maybe rum & coffee….

One more night…

What I am thankful for: My kids, who are afraid I may be going insane.

What I am reading: “House of Spirits” by Isabel Allende.

Well, I’ll be darned, has it been over a year?

In the last few days I have had the opportunity to meet up with old friends who I used to see on a regular basis.

Friend Nr. 1: We live 5 minutes from each other. We used to meet once every two weeks and escape to the bookstore for coffee and some laughing. Her new baby will be 1 year in Feb, and we figured out that we have seen each other twice since she is born :(…once was at a soccer field when I was walking the dog and she brought me rhubarb. So, it really doesn’t count as our time.

Friend Nr. 2: We live further apart, 20 minutes or so. We have not seen each other for over 1.5 years. Last night, we realized how much we really have in common, and why we became instant friends when we met. Our boys, only 5 days difference in age, are like soul brothers.

It made me realize that my “busy” life, which 80% of is not life enhancing, is taking over the things that make me happy. How does this happen? Very slow and steady. I end up doing alot of things that I dread to the minute I have to do them (are you nodding your head??), and get so worn out that I no longer make time for the things I love. One of them being seeing my friends that make me laugh, discuss, reflect.

Well, I am sure lucky that I am realizing this before I have lost my mind and my spirit.

Simplicity Opportunity # 3 : Ditch the “busy” stuff that is not ABSOLUTELY necessary, and pen my friends into my calendar at least once a month.

Well, I’ll be darned, has it been over a year?

In the last few days I have had the opportunity to meet up with old friends who I used to see on a regular basis.

Friend Nr. 1: We live 5 minutes from each other. We used to meet once every two weeks and escape to the bookstore for coffee and some laughing. Her new baby will be 1 year in Feb, and we figured out that we have seen each other twice since she is born :(…once was at a soccer field when I was walking the dog and she brought me rhubarb. So, it really doesn’t count as our time.

Friend Nr. 2: We live further apart, 20 minutes or so. We have not seen each other for over 1.5 years. Last night, we realized how much we really have in common, and why we became instant friends when we met. Our boys, only 5 days difference in age, are like soul brothers.

It made me realize that my “busy” life, which 80% of is not life enhancing, is taking over the things that make me happy. How does this happen? Very slow and steady. I end up doing alot of things that I dread to the minute I have to do them (are you nodding your head??), and get so worn out that I no longer make time for the things I love. One of them being seeing my friends that make me laugh, discuss, reflect.

Well, I am sure lucky that I am realizing this before I have lost my mind and my spirit.

Simplicity Opportunity # 3 : Ditch the “busy” stuff that is not ABSOLUTELY necessary, and pen my friends into my calendar at least once a month.

Take me back to the days of no toilet paper…


We claimed new identities, and stepped back in time to the year 1846. Let me introduce:

John Muir is only 8, and his greatness and gift to the world is still unknown. He is a young trapper boy who can start a fire with flint and a piece of pottery.

Virgina Ann Parker, a young girl who came to the fort with her dad. Her dad makes friends with all the Indian chiefs, because he is a good man. She will be one of the many women entrepreneurs that makes California great.

Agathe Murray is a German immigrant, who married her Irish husband Ian Murray in New York. They both came down with fever on the way to California, Ian did not make it through, even though Agathe is an experienced herbalist and midwife. Unfortunately, her herbs were stolen on the trail by a loathsome criminal, and there were no herbs for her to pick under the snow…..

We are living temporarily at Sutter’s Fort.

I slaved away in the candle making station all day :), over a pot of hot wax, coughing like crazy because the smoldering smoke was giving me black lung…I am painstakingly making candles, one very thin layer at a time. Dipping, drying, dipping, drying, dipping, drying…hundreds of times..Each candle is coveted, and is only used when absolutely necessary. The candles are locked in a box, otherwise they would be looted by the critters who are attracted by the strong scent of animal fat.

Everyone, even the kids, pitch in as we bake bread in the large clay oven, chop the few root vegetables and meat for the stew. While we cook, the children make ropes for tack and tools.

After a long day, the adults get together to fetch their dinner. As they sit and socialize, the children gather for their dinner. Full bellies and laughter. Then it is time dance into the night…..

************************
Back to reality, California 163 years later.

After spending a day at Sutter’s Fort “iiving” as a pioneer, I am almost jealous of the simplicity of that time, despite the inconveniences & hardships.

One of the things that struck me was how attentive and willing to pull hard labor the children were. All ages. I am sure they would not be so zealous if they had to do it every day, but still. I also liked the idea of respecting and taking care of the elders first. This is something our society is lacking. At the end of the day, the adults and kids laughed and danced together, and I got a weird sense of community with people that I just met that morning. My kids were so happy jumping and dancing around, it almost made me sad that I cannot offer them this type of environment.

The fort life, though a bit more comfortable than out on the trail, was pretty rough. I am amazed how resilient people were. It makes me realize how spoiled, and soft, I am.

In preparation for Solstice and the New Year, we are still purging, and now “I” will make a conscious effort to simplify.

From now until New Year’s Eve, I will pick one opportunity to simplify.

Opportunity #1 : I will not commit to, or plan any new commitments for 3 months.

Happy Simplifying!

What I am reading: The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende

What I am grateful for: Opportunities

Take me back to the days of no toilet paper…


We claimed new identities, and stepped back in time to the year 1846. Let me introduce:

John Muir is only 8, and his greatness and gift to the world is still unknown. He is a young trapper boy who can start a fire with flint and a piece of pottery.

Virgina Ann Parker, a young girl who came to the fort with her dad. Her dad makes friends with all the Indian chiefs, because he is a good man. She will be one of the many women entrepreneurs that makes California great.

Agathe Murray is a German immigrant, who married her Irish husband Ian Murray in New York. They both came down with fever on the way to California, Ian did not make it through, even though Agathe is an experienced herbalist and midwife. Unfortunately, her herbs were stolen on the trail by a loathsome criminal, and there were no herbs for her to pick under the snow…..

We are living temporarily at Sutter’s Fort.

I slaved away in the candle making station all day :), over a pot of hot wax, coughing like crazy because the smoldering smoke was giving me black lung…I am painstakingly making candles, one very thin layer at a time. Dipping, drying, dipping, drying, dipping, drying…hundreds of times..Each candle is coveted, and is only used when absolutely necessary. The candles are locked in a box, otherwise they would be looted by the critters who are attracted by the strong scent of animal fat.

Everyone, even the kids, pitch in as we bake bread in the large clay oven, chop the few root vegetables and meat for the stew. While we cook, the children make ropes for tack and tools.

After a long day, the adults get together to fetch their dinner. As they sit and socialize, the children gather for their dinner. Full bellies and laughter. Then it is time dance into the night…..

************************
Back to reality, California 163 years later.

After spending a day at Sutter’s Fort “iiving” as a pioneer, I am almost jealous of the simplicity of that time, despite the inconveniences & hardships.

One of the things that struck me was how attentive and willing to pull hard labor the children were. All ages. I am sure they would not be so zealous if they had to do it every day, but still. I also liked the idea of respecting and taking care of the elders first. This is something our society is lacking. At the end of the day, the adults and kids laughed and danced together, and I got a weird sense of community with people that I just met that morning. My kids were so happy jumping and dancing around, it almost made me sad that I cannot offer them this type of environment.

The fort life, though a bit more comfortable than out on the trail, was pretty rough. I am amazed how resilient people were. It makes me realize how spoiled, and soft, I am.

In preparation for Solstice and the New Year, we are still purging, and now “I” will make a conscious effort to simplify.

From now until New Year’s Eve, I will pick one opportunity to simplify.

Opportunity #1 : I will not commit to, or plan any new commitments for 3 months.

Happy Simplifying!

What I am reading: The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende

What I am grateful for: Opportunities

Show me your Buttocks, and make me smile :)…

When I was growing up, everything happened in the kitchen. I grew up in big, brownstone buildings, and the winters in Germany were COLD. There was only one room that was heated during the day, the kitchen :). In the evening, the oven in the living room would be fired up for a few hours, but the kitchen is where it was happening. I think it is in the blood, the kitchen is still my favorite part of the house, and I am not the greatest cook!

A few months ago, when my mama was here, she inspired me to try my hand at an old craft :). When I was many years younger, I made her a Kitchen Witch, one that still hangs in her kitchen. She said it made her friends laugh when they visited, and that she would like to give one to some of her dearest friends. How could I say no? So, while she was here, I began rummaging in my brain archives to see if I could remember how I made her.

I made a few prototypes, and finally figured it out again. I am sure the original looks different, but I am digging my new witches. For one thing, they make me laugh. Constantly.

Meet Letti:

Not only is she cute, but she has a naughty side. Meet Letti’s naughty side:

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Letti is one of the many witches that come from my hand lately. Each one, just like my Goddesses, have a very distinct personality. Every once in a while, they will look like a close friend, LOL.

Now these little witches are not here only to make us laugh, they have a serious mission:

“A kitchen witch, sometimes called a cottage witch, is a poppet or homemade doll resembling a stereotypical witch or crone displayed in residential kitchens as a means to provide good luck and ward off bad spirits

The poppet is supposed to depict a “good”witch who inspires productivity and safety in a kitchen, but also counteracts any ill-will directed to the home. It is considered good luck to give a kitchen witch to a friend or family member. So that those unfamiliar with the kitchen witch can understand its meaning, sometimes a note will be hung around the witch’s neck stating her purpose. It could say β€œSo your pot never spills over and your sauce never runs.”, or β€œTo keep your home safe & cozy.”….or whatever your heart desires.” (most of that is from Wikipedia.com, it short and to the point. You can get really in depth by digging further :)…)

There is all kinds of lore about Kitchen Witches.
I hope you enjoy it :).

Much love,
Heike, Letti, & the Kitchen Witch crew

P.S. Some of the “Crew” can be found on my Etsy store at www.goddessinthegroove.etsy.com

Show me your Buttocks, and make me smile :)…

When I was growing up, everything happened in the kitchen. I grew up in big, brownstone buildings, and the winters in Germany were COLD. There was only one room that was heated during the day, the kitchen :). In the evening, the oven in the living room would be fired up for a few hours, but the kitchen is where it was happening. I think it is in the blood, the kitchen is still my favorite part of the house, and I am not the greatest cook!

A few months ago, when my mama was here, she inspired me to try my hand at an old craft :). When I was many years younger, I made her a Kitchen Witch, one that still hangs in her kitchen. She said it made her friends laugh when they visited, and that she would like to give one to some of her dearest friends. How could I say no? So, while she was here, I began rummaging in my brain archives to see if I could remember how I made her.

I made a few prototypes, and finally figured it out again. I am sure the original looks different, but I am digging my new witches. For one thing, they make me laugh. Constantly.

Meet Letti:

Not only is she cute, but she has a naughty side. Meet Letti’s naughty side:

πŸ™‚

Letti is one of the many witches that come from my hand lately. Each one, just like my Goddesses, have a very distinct personality. Every once in a while, they will look like a close friend, LOL.

Now these little witches are not here only to make us laugh, they have a serious mission:

“A kitchen witch, sometimes called a cottage witch, is a poppet or homemade doll resembling a stereotypical witch or crone displayed in residential kitchens as a means to provide good luck and ward off bad spirits

The poppet is supposed to depict a “good”witch who inspires productivity and safety in a kitchen, but also counteracts any ill-will directed to the home. It is considered good luck to give a kitchen witch to a friend or family member. So that those unfamiliar with the kitchen witch can understand its meaning, sometimes a note will be hung around the witch’s neck stating her purpose. It could say β€œSo your pot never spills over and your sauce never runs.”, or β€œTo keep your home safe & cozy.”….or whatever your heart desires.” (most of that is from Wikipedia.com, it short and to the point. You can get really in depth by digging further :)…)

There is all kinds of lore about Kitchen Witches.
I hope you enjoy it :).

Much love,
Heike, Letti, & the Kitchen Witch crew

P.S. Some of the “Crew” can be found on my Etsy store at www.goddessinthegroove.etsy.com