There's been a lot of chit-chat in my house recently about finding our dream piece of property and building a new house. Giant garden, small house. Simple... But all this talk has me thinking a lot about our stuff. Building a new home sounds exciting, moving everything into it does not. So when I went down into the basement this morning to do a load of laundry, for the first time in a long time I just stopped and looked around. We have a boatload of STUFF.
Just to clear something up, I'm not viewed as a great collector of stuff. My mother is forever accusing me of not being sentimental enough, because I get rid of things that should mean something to me. I'm famous for taking carloads of my belongings to Goodwill and never having a twinge of regret. But somehow it still accumulates. And this morning it gave me a good reality check about excess. Excess crayons, chairs, rolls of wrapping paper, food storage containers, sets of sheets, kid's toys, boxes of fabric scraps waiting to be made into a quilt that will probably never come to be...
This gives me a whole new perspective on shopping. If I think it would be more trouble than it's worth to pack it up and move it to a new house, then I probably don't need to be bringing it home in the first place. So, this weekend, I'm taking this gift of clearer, unbiased vision, and taking stock of my stuff. If I wouldn't be sorry to leave it behind, or if it's been in the same box, untouched since we moved here 5 years ago, than it's going in a pile. That pile of stuff will be sold off and/or given away. Then if we stay in this house forever, it'll be a cleaner one to live in, and if we move, we'll have less stuff to deal with. Win-win, if you ask me. Clutter be gone!
Thanks for stopping by,
~Lindsey
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