just because...

...i realised i am turning into a very lonely person, who doesn't want to talk and the best place for me is the loft...

the loft

I am cleaning the loft these days. slowly because my left knee  and my right foot are killing me again.  I made 6 trips up and 6 down the attic with loads of wood from the old shef there that have to go to my dad's storage. Then another 5 trips up and 5 down with all the stuff from the shelfs , yesterday. There is another shelf waiting to be loaded on the car and taken to dad's house as well but my neightbor decided to paint the stairs of the building, so i have to wait for more space.
Mean while i took all of the old rugs and clothing and what is left from them in the attic. to be washed, dried, inspected, iron and cut what is good and useful.  this loft is an obsesion of mine! i remember the time when we were playing as kids there going through all the old stuff of my grandparents. memories from the childhood! now all is in rugs! dear rugs i dont want to throw just like this in the bin.

Yes, and i have already few ideas what to do with all that but this will be postponded for another time. The goal now is just to go through all to see what goes straight to the bin, wash all that looks good and keep all that still come out good from the laundry, sort them again, iron them, cut the good pieces and pack them in clean bags.