The principle of something in, something out seems, intuitively, to be a sound one. You know what I mean - if you wish to eat cake, you should probably move your backside from the sofa and expend some energy to compensate for it. When you buy new books, your shelves will thank you if you manage to pass on some of your old ones.
But I am at a loss to know what the universe requires me to part with in order to make space for the milk glass cake plate that begged to come home with me this week.
Does tossing three bags full of redundant summer clothing count? The purge felt really good, though the orderliness hasn't stopped me from feeling somewhat unsettled. There seems room in my days for more at the moment, I am just at a slight loss as to exactly what fills the odd shaped, term-time only, space.
Because shopping, fun though it is, is not the answer.