Well, one thing this crazy Coroncoaster has shown me is that after years of wanting to clean my house and not having the time…I found out that wasn’t the reason!
I’m not going to lie to you, I had absolutely no deep desire to battle further with the bleach, or scrub up a secondary sweat, whilst home schooling a kid from College for six straight months.
All that constant cleaning, cooking, and child care was like being a 1950’s housewife – and there’s no way I wanted more of that.
But after a quiet, cwtchy, Christmas, a living it large in London New Year, and a slow start 2022 sending us into queer quarantine again, I’ve finally attacked the Attic.
Clinging to my camera I have at last climbed the ladder of Lockdown straight into a treasure trove of stuff I’ve shoved up over the many months…and completely forgotten about.
And wow, those pre-pandemic years of trips, treats, and travel, certainly saw me splash out – sometimes on stuff twice because I forgot I’d bought it!
Not like I’m going to wear much of it though is it, as my crazy Covid-19 routine involves moving from the kitchen to sofa and then up the wooden stairs to nights of Netflix and Chill.
In fact, I’ve spent most of the last nine months either power suited and booted for the office looking like I’m going for an interview everyday.
Or in my scruffiest Trackie, tattiest T shirt and faithful Birkenstocks looking like I’m homeless – there’s just no in between.
Well, it’s all about balance these days isn’t it?
So New Year (after my lovely London trip) did see me, in said Adidas number, taking the time to tackle the style pile, swiftly avoid aggressive eBay, start selling local, and give something back to the community that I love to live in.
And in the spirit of Pay It Forward, I am going to get the gear gone, whilst also deciding to donate a proceed of the profits to a local charity of my choice…which just has to be Ukraine doesn’t it.
Donate direct here:
Truth be told, this is mainly because I’ve manically tidied everywhere else, there may be some quick cash in it, and I need the space for our revamp later in the year.
Be lovely to find a Ming vase amongst the mess of course but truth be told it’s more garments galore that are up for grabs.
Or vivacious Vinted if you’re feeling adventurous.
I’ve started with shoes.
Sue Vincent-Jones, writing as Mrs SVJ, is a Barry born journalist, editor, and communications specialist. She blogs about Barry – and her life in the wider world, through the eyes of a, quirky and queer, local girl done good.
My Corona Virus Diary, is Sue’s take on this pandemic palaver – the long lingering Lockdown, our queer quarantine, the isolation nation, and how our town took to these crazy Covid 19 times.