I bought her book, although I hate the title, but haven't read it yet, so my definitive opinion is pending. Sounds like her frying pan gave her enough joy for her to keep it but not enough for her to treat it well, which is a bit confusing.

Took out the garbage and recycling and set the cans down on the curb, have enough (if I counted everything right) laundry in the washer to get me through the week, my tax returns have been accepted by their respective authorities, I think it's time for a glass of wine and a cup of jello and maybe catching up on Archer.

I had enough dirt. And then some. What do people recommend to add to old potting soil to break down and mulch old roots and revitalize for reuse?

I side-eye Marie Kondo anyway, because her advice hits my classism buttons super hard.

Oh, yes, very. The advice is clearly aimed at upper class people who can afford to just throw away stuff and go buy something else without thinking twice about it.

Sounds like her frying pan gave her enough joy for her to keep it but not enough for her to treat it well, which is a bit confusing.

Especially in light of how she goes on about appreciating one's possessions and treating them well. This advice only seems to count for clothing, shoes, and handbags, though. You don't have to thank for their loyal service the possessions being thrown to curb as insufficiently joyous.

I had enough dirt. And then some. What do people recommend to add to old potting soil to break down and mulch old roots and revitalize for reuse?

I did this today by soaking with water and fish fertilizer and then mixing in vegetable planting mix, which appears to be a combo of mulch, soil and assorted other stuff. Hopefully it'll work.

Does it smell fishy? That's an odor I can't take.

Out of the bottle yes, but it dissipates quickly. I felt like I was less likely to overdo and kill everything with this stuff than the regular plant foods.

Actually - she is a minimalist and her stuff is really aimed at people that have too much stuff

I would be extremely unhappy to live like she does . however, going through clothes and saying happy/joy content or sad/unhappy/guilty - made it really easy to toss some stuff- and made it easy to keep my original buffy the vampire slayer t-shirt.

now - i am very glad to never meet her. I think she is obsessive, but I got some useful ideas from her.

This stupid nice hotel is killing me. I couldn't get into my room, which turned out to be because the battery had died in the key reader, so they were trying to break in, which was harder than they expected it to be. Finally, I was like, this would be easier for me if you just put me in another room. So they did, and when the security guy brought my new keys, he also brought a breakfast voucher, so at least there's that! Now I have to sleep.

There are a lot of people who hang on to stuff not because it brings them joy, but because they're going to need it sometime and can't guarantee they'll be able to stroll out and purchase a joy-bringing version at that point.

Yeah, I'm descended from people who lived through the dust bowl. We hang on to functional things.

I have purged a lot of old paperwork that I really didn't need and I should take another pass at my clothes but kitchen items and tools stay.

Apparently office cat REALLY hates the sound of my cell phone ring. When my mom called this afternoon she came flying across the hall, vaulted up onto my leg, and sank all her just-trimmed claws through my jeans while hissing and attempting to bite me. Not fun, particularly since I'm sunburned from yesterday. She's not had this reaction to anything before, but if it happens again I'm dumping my water mug on her to nip the habit in the bud.