While helping out my brother and his wife recently, I realized how much stuff people accumulate over time. Lots of stuff. Weird stuff. Even dumb stuff.
This motivated me to do another major clean out. The beloved husband and I clean stuff out every year but if we had to downsize tomorrow, it would be a nightmare. Cleaning out isn’t always straight forward. Could I use it at another place? Does someone in the family want it? Perhaps keep it another year? Have a garage sale? (Yeah that’s another laughing session. The money earned isn’t worth the time spent.)
This past weekend, we did it again. I donated or tossed at least 20 pair of socks that gave me no joy. (They are socks!)
I eliminated more clothing. There were items that in the past brought me joy but not anymore. I always like to have a few dresses available (my funeral and wedding clothes which are not interchangeable) but I don’t need many. If I see something I really like, something else should go out. Really, how much can you wear?
Did you ever notice how books multiply? We donated over a thousand books five years ago. I have a new box to go. They are like mice, procreating when we’re not watching. (I have a very romantic basement!)
The beloved husband has been downsizing tools from his workshop that don’t bring him joy. He downsized a guitar. For him, that’s the ultimate sacrifice. I expected to see him in the fetal position but he survived.
We have a few trips to donation centers going on. In the end, the whole house will breathe easier. If either one of us had to do this alone, it would be a lot of work although there is always the dumpster method.
Some of you live in small places and have already done this. You are golden. Ultimately when we downsize our living quarters we will have more to do but gnawing away at it helps.
There are some items I want to keep in case it works in the new house. (I’m laughing at that as I write it. Who wants to cart 30-year-old junk into a new house?)
We don’t know where we will end up. For sure we won’t have the clothing storage we have now. Maybe not even storage for the few things that do bring us joy. I’ll worry about that later.
Does anyone need a piano?