Posts Tagged ‘hoarding’

I Will Not Hoard. I Will Not Hoard. I Will Not Hoard.

January 26, 2011

I swear this recent move of ours has cured me of hoarding!  We have been in our new house a little less than three months.  I was determined to not have this garage become a storage unit.  When we had that extra cold spell back in November, I cleared a spot for Raoul’s car.  And after some more garage purging and organizing, my car fit in there this week.  I seem to have lost my tolerance for clutter.

Now we still can’t open our car doors very wide yet.  So I’ll continue to peck away, and keep thinning my stuff.  And if I start to veer off of this road to a simpler life, I’ll look at this picture of our former garage. 

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Pepping Up a Tree Skirt

December 6, 2010

 

Moving = consolidating = discovery that I owned three handmade tree skirts.  The white one is on its’ way to NYC to cover the base of our son and daughter-in-law’s white tree.  One red one is being saved (short term) until I see if our other son and his wife would like it.  And number three got a quickie face-lift.

Here it is in its before state – a little bare with too many mystery stains on it.

I added more handmade felt bells from an unfinished tablecloth project I inherited along the way.  I glued them on with Fabri-Tac glue.  Then I used E-6000 glue to add the vintage Japanese holly sprays and the mother of pearl buttons. 

During the process, our kitty Harry slept on it overnight and declared it all good!

Saving Stuff

August 27, 2010

When stuff is sentimental, my purging abilities come to a huge halt.  My  mom loved stuff too.  She even wrote notes about her favorite possessions on index cards, and kept them in a recipe box.  I’m glad she did, or I would have forgotten this great story.

The card says:

Doll dishes (blue with butterflies)

early 1920s

Blue – my first set of dishes

Cat jumped out of my arms, knocking cupboard down – broke all but these

2 plates

1 cup & saucer

1 sugar bowl and cream

1979 appraisal $10.00

2010 appraisal – There will be room for these at our new house.

Organized Packrat

August 19, 2010

Here’s a few shots of how I organize my loot.  If I could only be attracted to things that would fit in clear jars, I’d be in good shape.  I need to see my supplies, and be able to access them easily.

I used to own lots more paper than this.  Now only my very favorites fill up this old copper pan. 

I still own several lifetimes of ribbon.  There used to be a ribbon annex that filled most of another bookcase.  My progress is my ribbon obsession all fits on this vintage shoe rack now.

Some purging success evidence – empty storage boxes!  That used to be stuffed to the brim.  They will be handy for moving things to our new house.

You Know You’re a Hoarder When…

August 10, 2010

This is a classic hoarding habit of mine.  Every day I try to find some thing to leave our house.  I pulled these two pots out of a kitchen cupboard. 

I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT I USED THEM FOR.  BUT I WANT TO KEEP THEM!

When our boys were little, I went through a gourmet cooking stage to express my creativity while keeping them alive.  I would save up and go to Sur La Table, back in the day when there was just the original shop at the Pike Place Market in Seattle.  I do remember these pans were not cheap.  They are plated in beautiful tin, made in France and have charming handles.

So I sent this picture to my friend bj, a long time foodie, asking what are these pans?  She knew right away that they were Charlotte molds, used for a dessert with lady fingers around the edges and filled with goodness. 

Even though I am not itching to make any Charlottes in the near future, I am going to hold onto these pans and use them some how.  Maybe to organize something.  

I’m okay with this de-cluttering backslide.  I’ve learned there’s not a whole lot of logic involved in holding onto certain things.  But I’m ready to open another cupboard, and see what can move on to a new home.

Garage Progress Report

August 5, 2010

To the untrained eye, this might look like an average garage.  Room for two cars and some stuff in the extra spot.  Well for too many years, this is what it looked like:

Two years ago, I started my de-cluttering journey.  It was huge when one car could park inside.  Eventually both our cars fit.  There were some backslides along the way.  I look at this mess, and it seems like it was a lifetime ago.

Now there is an amazing new development:

Bare surfaces!

Shopping Diet

July 27, 2010


We finally cancelled our daily newspaper subscription. Even with recycling, all the energy to move that amount of paper around didn’t make sense. I’ve watched my grown children keep up with the news on-line, and I’ve joined them. (I’m still clinging to my beloved monthly magazines with pretty pictures.) So besides checking our Seattle Times on my laptop, I’ve also been checking out the New York Times. Recently, I discovered this captivating story:

Shoppers on a ‘Diet’ Tame the Urge to Buy

There is an entertaining video in the article that I’d recommend watching by one of the co-founders of Six Items or Less.

While doing all this internet surfing, here’s a great quote I ran across from Shirley from Bombay: “I love the idea of living with a little awesomeness than a lot of mundane.”

Purging (The Good Kind)

July 20, 2010

I woke up today and could let go of these three special pink depression glass pieces.  They are gorgeous, and belonged to a special aunt and uncle of mine.  I never used them.  But in that sentimentalist/packrat/hoarder mindset I had for so long, they brought me joy to possess.  It is still not easy to part with them.  I’ve learned though, how wonderful it feels to pass these things onto others who will take pleasure in owning them.  I will not forget how much I loved Aunt Iris and Uncle Ted.  And I’ll reinforce the feeling of freedom I’ve been experiencing from having less stuff to take care of. 

I’m practicing letting go of something every day now.  I’m strongest in the mornings.  I look at it as an installment plan.  A little progress every day.