We’ve got too much.
It’s got to go.
This stuff. It’s everywhere and it’s unsettling.
For me, it’s paperwork and supplies. Purposeful piles of invoices here, orders there, receipts to the left and incoming mail in that big bowl. Stacks of madras on that chair in the studio and the wools have outgrown their bins and boxes. While it’s a semi-functional system, it isn’t meant for the long haul.
With Mr P it’s mostly toys, but he also has a bit of a book thing and maybe his mom and dad do, too. These books are all important but never seem to get retired to their bookcase unless Momma does it.
Jam Baby, poor thing, she has already gotten a lot of ‘donations’ dropped off in her room, encroaching her closet space. Stuff she uses, wants and needs? Doubtful.
The Dad? He travels, a lot. And when he’s home he doesn’t want to take on much more than grocery shopping, a yummy supper, the laundry, dishes or an occasional lawn mowing/driveway snowblowing. I get that, but still feel as if this home up-keeping is all left up to me.
When I’m home at the end of my worthygoods and worthygoods textile workday, I can’t relax. The stuff is around, it’s on the counters, it’s in my view, it’s lurking in the closets, it’s many projects that need to be tackled, it’s several big chunks of time I almost never have. This time? Looks like I’m just going to have to take it. Take it out of my own work day, take it out of my family time, take it out like a loan that will be paid back in future free time with my family, more productive time in the studio, time I can be at ease. I hope.
So. I’ve devised a solution. I’m taking this home on. One stuffed-up room at a time, moving from one wall to the next, purging for 3 hours a day- And giving myself a month to do it. When I’m done we’ll be left with what we use, what we need and the things we love. Sounds good, doesn’t it?
Today, I’m on day 4. One bathroom and our bedroom down. *check* *check* Boy does it feel good.
Our closet is next on the list.