From my parents basement, to mine. Pretty colors rather than recycled boxes. |
Saturday it rained here, so I headed to my parents basement. Storing and collecting items is a pet peeve I have. So I have avoided moving my childhood museum to my own house. It's not a huge collection - a few boxes and favorite dolls. Each time it becomes a smaller collection of things. Hoarders would panic to watch me. My Grandma Sharpe's jewelry, some of the childhood books I kept and crotchet baby blankets (that were mine) went to the Goodwill pile. A car full still came to my house. A car full - ugh :( But I will survive. While unloading I thought of other things I could potentially sell in my house.
Then, I realized. The only way I truly know how to be organized is to get rid of things.
Oh Thirty-One. You Got me on this one. So Pretty. But never used. |
I find Americans fascinating. We all love buying crap. Then, we strive for a clean, neat tidy house. At least bloggers, talk show hosts, women talking a mile a minute at lunch, etc. give us ideas on being organized. So then we buy super colorful boxes and shelves to organize. Then, we all want a bigger house to store our colorful boxes and shelves but have no money. And we're spending time organizing, sorting, cleaning when we could be spending time on play and leisure activities. It's a viscous cycle. I strive to be different but I am right in there with the rest of America. A secret....stop buying crap.
A Single Gal's Garage. "Dropsie" |
And opps...a slight view of my financial values slipped in this post. Which I may avoid....I haven't decided yet.
However, I do feel better when I take some time to organize and rearrange things in my home. Again, I love the sense of accomplishment.
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