to begin and give you an idea of what my living room looks like at the moment-
or what it may have looked like if it were blasted by a
time machine back into the seventies and a strange man with an
might be standing in the middle of the room...
much like this man,
i have been sorting through one messy mess project at a time..
ongoing mess no. 3:
when one goes to as many vintage clothing sales, flea markets and
second hand stores as i do...
and takes home so many things
for which there is no space for...
you begin to cross the fine line
between collecting and becoming a hoarder.
1. the acquisition of and failure to discard a large number
of possessions that appear to be useless or of limited value.
2. living spaces sufficiently cluttered so as to preclude activities
for which those spaces were designed.
these items that you bring home should be organized on racks or hung in
closets, neatly tucked away, easily seen and readily accessible -
so that you may be able to enjoy them and wear them...
growing up, my mother enforced a biannual wardrobe cleansing; as an adult,
i told myself that it shall be a ritual i'll never abandon.
i hate to admit that i have slacked off a bit over the last few years..
slowly and surely- i am guiding myself back into
the organized world of being clutter free..
so -here's how it works: every six months,
take everything out of your closet, your shoe boxes,
jewelry bins, sock drawer... then carefully put back only those things that you
absolutely love ~ things you would buy again right now if given the opportunity again.
everything that is left must be immediately donated to charity or consigned.
some dangerous phrases to stay away from are:
- i paid good money for this!
- i'll get to it when i have more time.
- it's too good to just give away!
- it would cost me a lot more if i ever had to replace it.
- if i don't like it, i can alway return it.
- i've put too much into it already to abandoned it now.
- maybe my feet will shrink.