Sparking Joy?

So, I’m not on the Marie Kondo/KonMari train or anything, but it is that time of year when we all start to do a little spring cleaning, amIrite? I mean, I spent the better part of my Sunday organizing a certain linen closet (more of a catch-all closet) in my place. I actually really like projects like this, and after spending an undisclosed (but ridiculous) amount of money at The Container Store, I have a pretty bad-ass closet if I do say so myself. As of Sunday night, the ripple effect had started, and my apartment is still in a bit of disarray, as I’ve got some purge piles from other spaces sitting out, and a few things I’m waiting to move to new locations. (is anyone even still reading this?)

Anyway, as I was organizing my shit on Sunday, I came to a few realizations:

a) I have an asinine amount of hand soap. If there is a zombie apocalypse anytime in the next year, I will be all set, as far as hand cleanliness. I mean, I don’t want to tell you how many bottles there were, but there were eight.

Eight.¹

I live alone in a 750 square foot (ish?) apartment, just to be clear.

b) I also have three bottles of Scrubbing Bubbles shower cleaner. All fairly full. So, clean shower and clean hands heading into the zombie apocalypse, y’all!

c) I am torn about my DVD/VHS collection. I know. VHS. I. Know. It’s still to have an entire drawer of my “entertainment center” dedicated to DVDs and VHS tapes (man, I feel so ridiculous even typing it) that I literally never watch. I mean, I don’t watch a lot of movies. And if I do, I stream them 90% of the time. I should just donate the DVDs and VHS tapes, right? (Because I know there’s someone out there just dying to get his hands on Uncle Buck on VHS…) 

But then I feel guilty and a little nostalgic. I mean, I have the Limited Edition Big Lebowski DVD. (and two regular editions…) Of course, it was a gift.

I have this movie called Paradise on DVD, and I honestly can’t really remember anything about it, other than I loved it for some reasons, and I think Don Johnson (90s hot Don Johnson), Melanie Griffith, and Thora Birch. I love Thora Birch.

And then, of course, I have the Now and Then DVD that Felicity gave me after reading my posts about the movie here.² (More Thora)

But, then, I also have a Hope Floats VHS and Home Alone, which I am 99% certain I must have ended up after moving out from my last shared apartment.

Help, readers. Do you have a DVD/VHS collection? (OK, maybe just think DVDs) Is it worth the prime real estate in my small apartment? Am I going to miss Thora if/when I take her to Goodwill?

Do these movies spark joy? WHAT DEFINES SPARKING JOY? Oh, God. I’m ready to spark somethin’ but it ain’t joy.

-Bev

¹This doesn’t count the four in my work bag ready to take to the office bathroom because I don’t like institutional soap. I guess I have a hand soap thing? Because of course I do.

²OK, wait, it appears that I mentioned, but never actually DID a follow-up post about Bev, Henrietta, Agatha, and Ardith’s mopeds? Oh, man. I feel like I do this to you guys all the time. I really need to go back through the old posts with a fine-tooth comb, and see how many posts I owe y’all. I really need to, but I probably won’t. Somebody remind me to hit y’all with some ‘ped stories one of these days though, OK?