We have a little bungalow. It's kind of cute. Unless you see inside the cupboards or the basement. Scary! Yes, we have it all. Baby stuff (we want another one); sentimental stuff; stuff we bought but haven't used (photo albums); stuff that might fit some day; worst of all, stuff to do (photo albums).
De-clutter the house, de-clutter the mind. That's the plan. This is the diary.
Saturday, 16 July 2011
The last couple of weeks have been crazy busy, in a good way. I went to the Folk Festival for the first time in years, twice -- first catching up with an old friend and then introducing my son and husband to the hottest (literally), largest music festival around. We've been on staycation, welcoming another family to our town and joining in the tourist fun -- mini golf; street theatre; canoeing; Turkish spa... Staying up too late on long summer nights; even our three year old is sleeping in.
With all the fun, I haven't had much chance to write, let alone declutter. But I'm happy to say that my basement clutterbust is indeed underway. Just after my last post I went into the basement with a few black garbage bags and got to it.
I wasn't particularly methodical and I didn't have a lot of time, but I started with the first thing that caught my eye and kept going for about two hours.
The next day I took a box and bag full of books, games, etc. to the Salvation Army store.
The day after that a friend helped me take three garbage bags full of winter coats and other clothes to a shelter for the homeless. Or at least, that was our plan. We went in the wrong door and found ourselves standing amidst the cells of the local intoxicated persons detention facility. Yup, decluttering has driven me to the drunk tank.
It felt so good to drop off those winter coats, knowing that they'll help people stay warm this winter.
Thanks to my husband for contributing lots of his old clothes.
Finally, I filled a box with old dishes and other bits and pieces, and took it out of the house today.
I'm looking forward to resuming the basement clutterbust as soon as our vacation winds up.