Around my house, the decluttering process never ends. Yesterday I spent the day going through one set of bookshelves (there is one upstairs and another one downstairs). They are both this big:
I took out three shelves worth and donated them to the library. I took two more shelves worth of magazines to be recycled. Upstairs, I still have eight shelves worth of cookbooks to go through.
Last week, I emptied three boxes of old magazines that had recipes I wanted to save. I tore out all the recipes and put them into separate sleeves, sorted by category.
Today I am tackling perhaps the toughest job of all... my closet. It's hard because I have to try on a lot of things to see if I can still wear them.
In addition to my closet, I have four plastic bins like this full of out-of-season clothes to go through.
When I watched "Hoarding, Buried Alive" the other day I noticed that one woman had these plastic bins all stacked up in her bedroom. That's when I began to worry. My room was beginning to look like that!
The whole process is beginning to make me feel like this:
We are forecast to have 50 mph winds later today. Maybe I should just open all the windows and let it all blow out!
5 comments:
Same here - the decluttering process never ends.... sigh.....
I'm glad I'm in good company. Your place always looks so neat.
I love it! Open up!
Your family will appreciate it. I had to send truck loads of my parent's thing to the dump. sigh
Hi jenn! We had a pretty big job cleaning out my parents' basement, too. And when we moved to our new house, we had way too much in our own basement. Never again!
I did a similar dehoarding when we moved...it had to be done in secret because my husband is the #1 hoarder in the world. He has taxi receipts from 2000 (he can't defend those with his 7-year tax audit rules).
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