Today I'll go and buy a new trolley bag (my old one broke when an offer on jars of tomato sauce at LIDL coincided with a month of not feeling inspired to make my own). Then I shall take it to the studio and grab all the pens and notebooks, empty my desk and measure my plan chest. I have a nasty feeling it won't fit back out through the door. I very much want to keep it though.
I wish I had loads of money, then I'd rent an empty well-lit concrete space that smells of paint and sawdust and move everything in there, and add a sturdy workbench and an animation table... and hang tools on the wall and put pots of glue and paint and jars of nails and buttons on the shelf... well, maybe next year.
Phew, I hope I can donate more books, they take up so much space! Loads of them I have to keep because they are interesting foreign editions of my own books or because they are out-of-print titles that I know I couldn't get again. - It irks me because I don't really USE them. I wouldn't keep clothes or crockery that I use that rarely.
Ah well... could be worse, could be designer chairs or dried prize pumpkins.