There are so many suggestions on decluttering these days, but it isn't easy. When we moved here four and a half years ago, we brought a lot of stuff we didn't need or indeed want, but it was still lock down and charity shops were closed. So once lock down was over, I tried to pack up at least one bag of 'stuff' a week. And I did, and gradually Dh and I got rid of a lot of stuff. But then we got into getting the garden straight and time spent clearing stuff went and then it stopped!
I do have a dresser with 'precious' things, gifts, things associated with memories, my 'blue collection,' a jug that was a wedding gift of my mother's and eight different cats. I used to collect cats, there are only the eight left. I originally had thirty plus! It's going to be really hard to thin out my dresser things, I love them, that's why they are displayed there.
But so much of what we think matters, doesn't last. Not in the way we imagine. When a life ends, what's left becomes someone else's sorting job; someone else's burden, someone else's decision.
When my Aunties' died, 1994, their house was full, full, full, full!!
I had to hire a skip even though a lot of stuff went to charity shops. It took a week and a school friend came to help. We had fun, trying on hats, and wondering why there was 3 ironing boards, 3 vacuums, and so many tea sets and dinner plates. Under the stairs was full of toilet paper, a side board cupboard full of sugar.. war time habits had stayed with them!
I must start sorting out my things regularly again, I don't want to think they'd end up like this skip!
Are you a regular sorter, do you have things that are precious to you, but may be 'tutt' to anyone else? Difficult isn't it?
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