Perhaps a better question would be to buy or not to buy? If I’d posed that puzzler to myself oh, say, anytime over the last thirty years I wouldn’t be lost in a labyrinth of packing boxes now.
How much crap can you collect in three decades? Way too f***ing much.
Have you ever noticed that what you consider a prized possession given enough time becomes junk? Or is that just me?
We’re two weeks from D-Day and I’m still walking around the house, picking up random stuff, and asking myself if I need this in the new house?
Answer: I didn’t need it in this house.
What I buy and what I need are two totally different animals. Impulsive? Guilty. You’re talking to a woman who’s gone into a toy store with her grandchildren and come out with a stuffed animal for herself. More than once.
To be fair, I did buy the kids something too 🙂
Lesson learned, right? No cluttering up the new place. Less is more.
I wish 🙂
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I throw stuff out. If we’re not using it, it’s gone … I wish. Unfortunately, I share my house and my life with someone who likes to keep things. What if we need — insert article of your choice, anything from a noisy fan to an god-awful soup tureen — this someday?
If we needed it, it wouldn’t be hidden under five years of dust.
We’ve been negotiating this divide for decades now and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
Our place, yesterday:
“I’ve going to have these old family videos converted to digital files.”
“You still have to keep the original tapes. For backup.”
Huh? The whole point is to get rid of these things!
I’m guessing that my brilliant idea to scan pictures from our pile of photo albums — which we almost never drag out of the basement — and toss the albums won’t be appreciated.
I spend a lot of time muttering about hoarders, but …
This morning, in a drawer that in my opinion needs to be organized, I found two green plastic bangles. Bracelets that a nineteen year old me had purposely left after a first date. Forty-two years ago and my husband still has them.
Maybe some things are worth keeping 🙂
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