One month from tomorrow we will be closing on our very first house (knock on wood). This is exciting and daunting. Exciting because we will have our own space again, I can get to work amassing baby supplies, the husband and I won’t have to walk the dogs three or more times a day. The dogs will have a yard to hang out in — Lizzie especially loves existing in the outdoors.
The daunting part is the actual moving. I did some purging before packing up the pod. Unfortunately, when we were really in pack-mode, I was ill, so I didn’t have the energy or will to go through my stuff like I would have wanted. So, I’m trying to pump myself up for a bit of purging as we move things in. My biggest problem areas weren’t put into boxes, nope, they were left in the drawers that they live in. Out of site, out of mind. They’re craft supplies and linens, and those are fine, but what are not fine is a bunch of papers and business cards and such that I really don’t need or that should be filed. My quilting supplies easily get out of hand.
And then there’s random things. Souvenirs from foreign countries; coin collections; tchotchkes.
I’ve been watching Hoarders: Buried Alive lately. It’s pretty desperate viewing; there are better things I could be doing. But it’s mindless, and it’s helping me contemplate my own collection of stuff. I also came across a book (a collection of blog posts put together and sold as a book) that is a collection of thoughts on minimalism on amazon that is part of their free lending to prime library … it is free, so I checked it out.
I have no desire to live a minimalist life. I firmly believe there is a happy-medium between stuff and lack of stuff, and that happy-medium is not in the minimal-zone. Not at all. I’ve known this for a while. Other minimalists whose thoughts I’ve read struck me as, well, nicely put, not for me.
The result of all this contemplation of stuff is:
- The collections must go. I do not need a coin collection. I do not need a stamp collection. I’m actually not sure what other collections I have.
- Great-grandmother’s dish set must go. It’s going on eighty-five years old. It is not approved for eating on. It has no function. Yes, it’s pretty, but 6-place settings is a lot of excess pretty. Not only is this a non-functional dish set, I have four other dish sets that are completely functional. One set is every day, one set is Christmas, and two sets are pretty. I don’t know how I’m going to properly get rid of this set, but I will. “Unfortunately”, the dish set has value, so I need to take time to figure out how to best sell it. Easy would be giving it to charity. Easy would be selling it locally as a set. Maximum profit will probably involve a couple years and ebay.
- I need to make some sort of arrangement with myself about craft supplies and hobbies. I have quite a few unfinished projects. I either need to finish them or get rid of the supplies.
- I maybe should get rid of another dish set…
One of the dogs is crying. I should probably see what that is about.