I can’t believe that these posts are spacing at a month+. How time rushes by!
I’m not letting myself do all the things I want to until the organisation of this house is properly achieved. I am far too weak-willed to trust that I would ever get back to it. In addition I am a champion procrastinator. Sigh.
I am an inveterate hoarder, and daughter of an even worse hoarder, and am trying desperately to change my ways, but old dogs, new tricks….
I have so many things from my mother and grandmother that aren’t really worth keeping save for sentimental reasons and those are the hardest to dispose of. Whereas I am happy to give some things away, sell, donate to charities, what I cannot do, or only with the greatest of difficulty, is lift the lid of the dustbin. I’m even thinking I might sell some of my fabric. What??? Wool – no.
My mother ingrained in me the ‘don’t waste anything – it might come in useful’ ethos. Consequently I find myself hanging on to all sorts of rubbish, some of it hers. I have started a pile of, ‘Now listen! You won’t ever use that, and what do you think you are going to do with a rusty nail, such a small scrap of paper, three square inches of fabric, few inches of yarn,’ and so on. It’s hard my friends, it’s hard.
I have to say though, that once I start it is quite a liberating feeling. STUFF is a burden and after years of having to buy a house big enough to take my worldly goods I do realise that it needs to be tackled so that it isn’t left to someone else if, (when), I shuffle off this mortal coil.
I’m still unpacking and sorting out and now the charity shops have 98% of my wardrobe. And kitchen come to that. It is so difficult fitting into a much smaller house.
Change of heart. Ready to change these shelves around to being side by side.
I’ve decided that releasing clothes that no longer fit, thus massively depleting my choice of things I can wear, is a creative way to whittle down my very large fabric stash, (and wool!). Clever, eh? What I have to do now is make the time to sew, knit and crochet!
It’s even more necessary than it was before my efforts as I inadvertently took a large bag of clothes I’d intended to keep to wear, to sell or were unworn, still with the labels on, to the charity shop, along with the bags I actually intended for them. A classic example of overdosing on decluttering.
I have actually read the two blog books I ordered so will be gradually – slowly I expect – be hastening the learning curve for improving what I produce. I haven’t yet told anyone what I’m doing so I hope I can soon magic up something with some shape and structure. Then I can try it out on friends. Good fun really.