Checking in from Clutter Central
Two months of cluttercasting. My longest New Year’s resolution ever. For anyone making resolutions in the future: if you want to succeed, publicly humiliating yourself is the way to go. Meanwhile, a few things to clarify:
You would assume that since I’m clearing out so much stuff, my house looks much better. Actually, it looks worse.
This is a sneak peek at my office; you can see our cat asleep on the far right. I’m not cluttercasting Peppy….although there are moments when I’ve considered it.
Some days bring buried treasure. Like today, when I found this.
Designer scarf. Early 80′s. Eat your heart out if you love vintage. I’m not cluttercasting it. And here’s why. This is the last time I remember wearing this scarf.
A few brief hours later (“brief” meaning 21 hours of excruciating torture) my first child was born in Cedars Sinai Hospital. A few brief years after that….
I chose this picture not only because it happens to be within reach–but because this shows my daughter wearing shoes.
Today I found those shoes. Not just the shoes in the picture–but an entire box of shoes– from the same era. I lined up a few samples.
Don’t even ask why anyone would save such a thing. If I thought Alli might want them someday, I might even save them for another 20 years. But she’s a military wife who moves around constantly. She doesn’t save stuff like I do, and she has enough problems carting around the shoes she wears now.
For myself, today proved I’ve come a long way in two months of cluttercasting. (pun alert) Not just taking baby steps, but making great strides in learning how to let go. When I opened this box today, I honestly didn’t want to keep the shoes—I just wanted to use them to take a short walk down memory lane.
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