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Busy, busy

Today. Frankly, I took yesterday and the day before “off.” I’ve been working so hard, for weeks now to finish getting out of the old storage that I just needed a break. I’ve been doing maintenance cleaning and whatever culling was quick & easy & in front of me, but that’s it. So, I’ve purged a few books, a couple of magazines, decided to sell a few things, etc. but no concentrated efforts.

flea market

Tomorrow is the flea market and I have a day full of prep. to do for that. Pull the tables and merchandise from the storage. Get money from the bank, etc. The plan is that I’ll go early and 90% of the unsold merchandise will be donated, like after the April flea market. This flea is a regular thing. Next weekend, I’ll do the same. And again and again.

Hopefully this will clear enough stuff to empty the attic and then close the storage for good, but that may be unrealistic. That’s one of my goals for the summer.

We’re getting our back roof replaced and a covered patio at the same time, so all will be chaos here for a while — another reason I need to quickly get rid of a large slug o’ stuff.

 

Why I Don’t Do “Konmari”

The big, obvious answer is that the “keep what brings you joy, get rid of the rest” idea didn’t fit my situation. The clutter kept me feeling safe, for decades.

If it works for you? Great! But easy answers didn’t work for me. Or even some very complicated ones. It isn’t now nor has it ever been about just getting rid of stuff.

Also, I can’t say yet that purging stuff brings me joy. The redecorated living room, which works, that brings me joy, but getting rid of the stuff does NOT. It brings me anxiety and fear. It brings me determination and steeling myself against my “old self,” but joy?

No.

broom-cartoon

I have tried many ideas for purging stuff and cleaning house. Until I dealt with a lot of the PTSD and figured out the function of the mess (see link) there was no way I could clean the house and KEEP it clean.

My hoarding was never about laziness or thinking things had value. And it was more complex than  I had dolls when I was a girl —  therefore dolls make me happy — so I have too many. (That last scenario seems to be what the “psych” side of “Hoarders” is like.)

I still have too much stuff and bad habits. But it’s getting better, and mostly staying that way. It ebbs and flows. I have no idea wtf is “normal” that way, so I decided a few months back that I wasn’t going to worry about it. As long as I’m not continually reconstructing the mess/barrier, I’m good.

Not your standard — oh well!

J

 

Shedding a Light. . .

on almost anything? Because of what I’ve been doing, that is, looking for GROUPS of things to find, deal with, etc. I looked at the remaining clutter in and around the living room. There are 8 table lamps being unused or going to be displaced? On the graphics table (1), the floor (3), the side tables (2) , the strap table behind the club chairs (1), on the hall console. EIGHT???

  • The lamps on the end tables have a reason for being there, they stay. They aren’t being used because I haven’t gotten them plugged in yet, that’s it.(2)
  • The lamp on the strap table can’t be plugged in as there’s nowhere to plug it into. The  strap table is going to replace the console in the hall. This lamp will be used after the move. (3 total)
  • There’s a table lamp on the console; it’s plugged in, but after the console is replaced, it will have nowhere to go. Should go into the attic until a new home is found for it. (3 used, 1 to the attic)
  • There’s a lamp on the floor by the front door, staged to be put into the attic. The lamp on the graphics table needs to go to the attic as well. (3 used, 3 to the attic)
  • The two other lamps on the floor are: one I intend to keep which came out of the attic, should go back there. The other was purchased to sell, and needs to go to the antique store. (3 used, 4 to the attic, 1 to the antique store)

But you know, until I started looking for GROUPS of items which were problems, I just didn’t realize I had 8 table lamps not being used, in/around the living room.


Update: Three of those lamps are currently staged to be put in the attic.

Been Finding Ways

I’m working on the table now. There’s a bookcase next to it (of course) and a set of shelves which is a room divider, that holds cooking equipment, mostly, but also has a few books in it (Surprise!).

The “dining room” is a corner of my kitchen. This is the next area I’m cleaning. I did the cat bench/rug on the wall. They share the laundry room wall. Next I’m going to tackle the windowed area, the bookcase beneath and the china cabinet which acts as a room divider on the other side. I’ve already begun that effort, but of course I have a lot more to do.

The table has been pulled out from the wall, preparatory to pulling everything off the bookcase, pulling the bookcase away from the wall, cleaning each and everything and putting it back.

The ways I’ve been finding is that as I go, I’m creating parking places for the things I want to keep – china, crafting items, whatever it is. When I went to style the bookcase, I used some of these. Others, the sad decision is that they’ve got to go — just too much stuff here.

There are some I’m not ready to let go of, yet, and those have become the flostam I’m putting just ahead of me. The pieces which styled the bookcase, a cylinder vase, the vase filler, and the jar with my “house” potpourri in it, were part of the flostam. Now they have a home, on top of the bookcase which sits next to the dining table.

I began pulling out items which were stashed elsewhere. All of it either needs a home, needs to be used regularly, or it’s going out.

We took a day today, together. The books I had pulled out of the booth went to the library sale donation box and then we donated almost all the “stuff” to one of my favorite thrift shops. Next to nothing is left in the car, and the few pieces which are I can put up for sale at the new booth, which is why I kept them.

Some of the donated pieces were things I’d kept for years, because I really loved them; but I’ve never used them, so out they went!

Tomorrow is the bookcase, the table, and if I’m ambitious, the china cabinet!

The slow, inevitable “clean stain” (oddly enough, my image for this is lime-green slime!) is moving into my house, one small piece at a time!

J