I spent a few hours yesterday in my garage, again. I’m making progress and getting rid of a lot of stuff I don’t need, or even want for that matter. So this begs the bigger question. Where in the world did all of this stuff come from and why do I have so much?
Space. Maybe it’s because I downsized from 3,300 to 1,780 square feet, but that was 4 years ago. I took everything from my old house because I could, everything but the furniture. It wasn’t my style, so I gladly left it. The photo is of my ‘formal’ living room in the old house. A useless room that was used once a year at Christmas time. I loved the red walls, but I couldn’t take those. I hated the coffee table so much, I listed it in the divorce decree as the ‘ugly coffee table’ that he could keep.
I’m realizing the I don’t need this much stuff to live or to be happy. I don’t need to keep a lot, I don’t need to buy a lot and I don’t need to pack every inch of my house with stuff. My neighbor saw my master bedroom closet and said it’s the smallest she’s ever seen. It’s small, but it’s only about 1/3 filled, and that’s with the shelf I took out. Empty space is good. I want more of it.
Personal attachment. I don’t have many of these items. Some would say it’s because my heart is 2 sizes too small. It could be. I do keep a few things. My kids each have one plastic tote in the attic. I place items in there that are meaningful to them like their favorite outgrown toys or art projects. I kept one thing from my grandma, her turquoise blue double boiler pan. Useful, and it reminds me of her cooking french toast for me when I visited. It’s about the memories with a person, not the stuff. Continue reading
I’ve used the term “organized hoarder” in conversations about hoarding, and it usually provokes some strange facial expressions. These photos were take many years ago in the house of an organized hoarder.
I still need to get rid of some of my clothing. I downsized by 50% a few weeks ago, but there’s still a few more pieces I could part with. I was thinking about the clothing again after a short trip I took recently.
I went house hunting last Sunday, no, not to buy one, but to look for an abandoned house. I’m part of a photo group that goes to small towns looking for abandoned houses, vacant buildings, old vehicles or anything else that has been left to deteriorate and wither away. We’re never disappointed. This last trip to Krum, Texas produced an abandoned house, a school bus, a fire truck and a semi truck, among other things. The abandoned houses are always left full of stuff, but the things that surprise me the most is the clothing and the photographs left behind. Who leaves a house without taking these things?
Just to give you an idea, this was the living room, going into the kitchen.
These are pics of the clothing left behind.
The nightgown still hanging on the back of the door…
I always wonder what the story is, but have yet to find one. I’m led to look at the artifacts, ponder the possibilities and create my own fictional tale.
It’s dusk, the daylight slowly fading away. The stuffed pig is sad, waiting patiently for the missing woman that should be coming home now. After a long bath, she will put on the flowered gown. Where is she? Rarely is she late. What was that? A sound, followed with silence. Silence that has turned to deafness over the years. Still waiting. It’s dusk. Where is she?
I’m posting the 25 piece clothing challenge separate from the blog post, as I have a few people that want to participate already. I’ll post the results monthly, along with the list of people participating. Check it out.
Take 25 pieces of clothing from your closet, place them in a box or plastic tote. Put it away for a month and see if you miss any of the stuff in it. If not, take it to the thrift store. If so, take out the item(s) you missed. Rinse, lather and repeat.
If you do this challenge, send me a photo and the date you did it. I will even pick up your box if you live in the north Dallas area and take it to the thrift store for you. I would also love to blog your results.
I promised you dirty laundry, so here it is. There’s actually more of it, but this is my basket. My kids have one upstairs too. So why an I showing you this? I have no idea, other than it seemed like a fun title for this blog post.
I was thinking a few days ago how ridiculous it is that I have as many clothes as I do. I have a relatively small closet, at least considered small by Frisco standards. It’s a walk-in for skinny people. I thought, “What if I got rid of half of my clothing?” Helping my friend move back into her house, and helping her purge clothing from her son’s outgrown wardrobe, was the final push I needed to do this.
I decided to do it. Get rid of half of my clothes. Going into this, I had no idea if this would be easy or difficult. Will it feel like a sacrifice? Let’s see…
Let’s start with my closet. I have approximately 278 pieces of clothing in there, so I will need to purge 139 pieces. The first pass through the closet yielded 84 pieces of clothing. Not bad for a first pass, but still a pretty long way to go.
The second pass, which was a little bit difficult, yielded 28 pieces of clothing. This pass felt a little bit like a sacrifice, but when I thought about it, most of this is stuff I don’t wear anymore. This batch included my pair of mismatched shoes, as they’re too small and hurt my feet. Sad about those, but it makes sense to pass them on. These will go to the first person that asks for them (size 7.5), as the thrift store would pitch them in the trash thinking they need exact matches. Continue reading
Honestly, some of these might be more than a year old, but they’re all the same, year after year… lots of stuff. Most of these were taken in abandoned places, houses, farms, buildings, vehicles, you name it. No matter where I go with my camera, I always find lots of stuff to shoot. There’s something about each place that intrigues me, saddens me, excites me and disappoints me. Take a look.
I just don’t have much to share on the shopping front. I’m just not doing it. Instead, I’ll share a few photos today.
This house was abandoned in the 70’s, and interestingly enough, it looks as though they moved nothing out of it. Not only are the clothes still hanging in the closet, but there was a vacuum cleaner, furniture, kitchen stuff, photographs… you name it. Apparently they were not emotionally attached to their stuff.
Here’s a bunch of random “abandoned” photos. Enjoy…
Not much to report on the shopping front, so I thought I would just share a couple of photos.
Recycled art project: These were donated to FFS, cute bags of flour that were used for a school art project.
Plane trip: I’m sure glad they told me that I can’t bring my gallon of bleach on the plane, because I always travel with it. 😉
Smallest closet EVER: Not sure why the image is sideways, but you get the picture. (pun intended) If we had tiny closets like this, maybe we would thing twice before buying some of the things we do? The newer the houses, the bigger the closets. In my last house, the master bedroom closet was bigger then my bedroom as a teen. No wonder we buy more stuff, we can store it and not have to look at it.