Now this is a most boring entry, but it makes me feel good. And isn't that what it's all about? I may lose all of my faithful readership as people fall off into deep bouts of slumber.
For the last couple of months I have been cleaning out drawers, cupboards and closets. I have come across so much clutter. I thought I was on top of things for the most part, but you would be amazed at how many plastic grocery bags of garbage left the house with Bob taking over half of it to the recycling bins at the fire station during this time.
I had old outdated spices that I had long forgotten about. The fridge was a black hole of ancient condiments, catsup packets, tartar and soy sauce. I used them up and now our fridge looks bare but it has just what we need and we love it. No edible purgatory here. Leftovers get eaten in a matter of days or they are out of here.
The hall pantry also had a huge overhaul. Sometimes it felt so good to free up some space, I would go through them again in a few days to see if I missed anything.
As I muddle through the sewing closet though, I wonder what would possibly compel me to hang on to odd bits of batting and tiny colorful scraps of fabric. Some teeny little square inch polka dot cotton morsels I just could not toss away. What is up with that?
I have struggled for years trying to be simple and tidy. I guess that closet has been my dirty little secret. At least one of them.
Somehow I have been trying to relate the physical clutter in my house to the mental clutter in my brain and am having a hard time sorting it out. I do know that as I free up physical spaces, my mind is more at ease. Am I overanalyzing this? (Steroids may have some contributing factors here..lol)
How do you feel about all this meaningless obsession with clutter?
Yes, I have some of those same feelings about clutter - perhaps not as obsessed as you are or I would have a lot less of it. Reading about the packets of soy sauce and other various packets of condiments in the frig took me to our own frig in my mind and i could picture all those little packets waiting to be squeezed out onto fried potatoes or fried rice or even toast (the jelly ones of course) and made me want to rush right in the kitchen and take care of that, but then I didn't want to make fried potatoes or fried rice at 9 a.m. Well, you get the picture.
ReplyDeleteI continue to enjoy your posts. You are spoiling us, you know. Thanks for entertaining us. I hope the words will continue to flow.
I too have a collection of stuff like this! I have a box of pretty paper scraps - most of them no more than 2 inches square. Why.......... maybe I'll use them some day. Maybe when I'm on the Hoarder show, they talk me into throwing them away!
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