I've decided it's time to simplify. Again....but this time for real.
No. Really. I know that I have tried it before, but I am going to do it. Signs all point to go and now that I have committed to it, I am actually excited for the task!
I used to be queen of the knick knacks and tchotchkes. If I saw something I liked at a store or yard sale, I grabbed it and made a place for it. I loved the look of layered accessories on my tables and an artfully decorated, but overcrowded, bookshelf. I had furniture jammed into every available space and long drapes on the windows.
In the last year however, all that "stuff" has made me feel crowded in my own rooms. The vast collection of frames and decoys that I used to relish looking at and rearranging, just seemed messy.
My tiny cottage was feeling claustrophobic.
Not to mention that the weekly dusting was all I could think about when I sat down to relax.
So I started paring down, keeping only my cherished items on display, while I went for a cleaner look.
I like the results, unfortunately, I have not been able to take my efforts to the next level. You see right now, most of my stuff is just away.
I still have it. It's just in boxes or closets, tucked into a corner or drawer.
I may have simplified my décor, but I haven't really simplified my life.
If I were really honest with myself, I would admit that simplifying requires more than just a design decision. It requires a commitment to letting go, purging and throwing things out.
I need to do this immediately.
I am tired of managing stuff. I have clothes I haven't worn since I worked in a classroom (um...that was more than fifteen years ago), I have cake pans I will never use (I hate baking ~ bad blogger!) and home décor items that haven't seen the light of day in the twenty years I have been married.
I can't imagine I will suddenly grow to like them now.
All of these things need to go.
|Slaying the Paperwork Dragon|
Now, I am very sentimental, so it is hard for me to get rid of things, but yesterday I heard two guys on the radio, they write the blog The Minimalists, and I was very touched by their words. They said that the memories are not in the stuff, they are in your head. You are only releasing the item, not the memories. Of course, I know this, but hearing it again yesterday, when I was already toying with the idea, clinched it for me.
I'm not sure I could give everything away. I tried last night and still had to keep silly stuff, like the Clifford the Big Red Dog eraser my daughter bought at her first book fair a million years ago, but I am trying.
My panty is overloaded, my sock drawer, my entertainment unit...and don't even get me started on my holiday decorations.
|We will never eat all of this food before it goes bad. Never.|
I have a feeling it's going to be a rather long process. I know that the kids will fight me.
Oh and I haven't told my husband about it yet either.
I am sure cleaning up and cleaning out is just what he wants to do on the weekends. He'd be happier to leave it all in the closets and pretend it doesn't exist! However, after visiting a friend the other day and seeing her stunning, simplified home, I am convinced that this is the way to go.
So I'm off to collect some boxes now, to pack up my stuff and send it on its way.
Ironic isn't it, that I begin my simplifying and purging with yet another collection.
Oh well, as long as the boxes aren't pretty (or red), I think I'll be able to part with them!
Where do you fall on the scale of stuff?