Monday, September 8, 2014

Keep on keepin' on...

Since I last posted in August of 2013, I fell off the bandwagon of getting rid of one item a day. I more than made up for it once the school year ended in June, though! I did not keep track of every item that was purged BUT I can happily tell you that I donated 22 grocery bags of STUFF to a little, local thrift store over the last 12 weeks. How the heck we had so much unnecessary stuff...I do not even begin to try and understand!

Included in the donation purge:

  • lots of clothing (mostly mine, some my husband's, some kid stuff that never fit Felicia very well so I didn't want to hang into it for hand-me-downs to cousins or future little siblings)
  • shoes 
  • dishes (we had a few sets that we were given as wedding gifts [2 place settings of specialty dishes] and had only used them once or twice in seven years!)
  • several purses
  • wooden boxes, jewelry boxes, trinket boxes (without hanging on to so much stuff, I have found that I don't need so many containers to store it all!)
  • jewelry
  • toys (only annoying ones that Felicia never played with...she hasn't even asked about them)
  • books (still have a LONG way to go before we fix our too-many-books situation)
  • decorative dishes (received as gifts and I never knew what in the world to do with them)
  • wine rack
We have also been able to give some items to friends and family who will be able to enjoy/get good use out of them:
  • stained glass turtle lamp for the "big boy" room of a friend's son
  • unused college notebooks/lab books and mechanical pencils (still in packaging and everything) to my little brother who is a freshman at the same college 
  • colored pencils to my mom who needed them for her biology lab! 
A lot of stuff has also been pitched or recycled! Those guitar magazines from 1997 that my husband still had for some odd reason? Recycled! Those jeans with holes that I was saving for painting clothes? Trashed. Those socks that haven't had a mate in like 5 years? History! Those concert shirts that are way too big for my husband because boys wore clothes that were way too big for them in junior high/high school? Logos have been saved for future projects, the rest of the fabric has been turned to rags!

Even though we have made a ton of progress, we still have more to part with. Our ultimate goal (many years down the road, most likely) is that all of our belongings will be able to fit in a car (save for large furniture, obviously! We would like our home furnished and comfortable, but are embracing minimalism as much as we can!). 

We are actively searching for a house and are hoping to find something 1200 to 1600 square feet. Itty bitty by today's standards, perfectly normal by 1950s standards. We made an offer on a 1954 rambler last Friday, but the nephew of the seller came forward on Saturday morning and wanted to buy the house so they are moving forward selling to him. Bummer. It was a real let down. My husband is actually taking it harder than I am. I had already decided where the Christmas tree would go, though, and pictured Felicia learning to jump rope on that concrete driveway. Here's hoping something equally great (or even better!) is out there waiting for us! 




Friday, August 2, 2013

Everything should have a "home"

For years now I have had a little magazine clipping up on our fridge called "THE GROUND RULES." Rule #2 is

Every item needs a place where it "lives." 

The clipping goes on to explain, "Setting things down on the coffee table or kitchen counter creates piles and confusion."

Yesterday one of my best friends came over. "What should we get done?!" she asked. This lady is amazing and is getting her home in order, too. Her reason is more exciting than mine...she will be getting married and they need to consolidate two living spaces into one! I told her that I needed to fold a load of laundry and to re-organize our cup cupboard in the kitchen. She hopped to it and voila! For the first time EVER our water bottles have a place to "live" and our daughter's sippy cups all fit!

Yesterday's purge: 2 robot cups, 2 Leinie's beer glasses, 3 mini beer glasses.

The robot cups were plastic and hand wash only. Ain't nobody got time for that! Due to a gluten sensitivity, I cannot drink beer. Even if I could, neither of us like Leinie's Honey Weiss anyway! We never even used the beer glasses (hello, too tall for the dishwasher! boo!) and they'd been taking up space in our cupboard for at least a year now (we won them at a trivia competition run by one of our friends). The mini glasses were from a fun outing with my friend about 8 years ago (the very friend that helped me re-organize yesterday). I am learning that I don't need objects to remind me of the good times I've had (even without the glasses, I recall the cool evening in the pub, drinking beer and eating a delicious berry-covered, melted brie while having good conversation with one of my best friends! Don't need the cups!)

Here is the new cupboard and our no longer wandering traveler water bottles!
Why, yes, those are Star Wars and Muppet character cups from the '80s on the bottom shelf.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

The beginning: The last straw

Yesterday I missed visiting my sisters, nephew, and niece because of a rough morning with my six-month-old daughter and then my inability to find my car keys. My daughter eventually fell asleep and the keys were soon recovered, but we had already missed out on a fun outing and ice cream with family.

I. was. bummed. And anxious and sad, to be honest.

My car keys, it turned out, were underneath a cutting board and cookie sheet in the kitchen. When I set them there the previous evening, the counter was clean and clear because I actually did the dishes that morning. My husband, helping with dinner later that night, had moved the cutting board and cookie sheet to take our crazy gluten-free pizza out of the oven as I nursed our sweet little grump of a babe in the living room. Who knows if he even noticed them there (they shouldn't have been there in the first place), but it caused a mad search yesterday that I would like to avoid re-enacting in the future.

Anyhow, I think the missing keys were a last straw for me. We have too much stuff. There are three of us living in a 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom urban apartment. Not what most people consider "enough" space for 3 people in the U.S., but really it should be plenty. Everywhere I look, I am overwhelmed by art supplies, half finished crafts, papers (junk mail, art examples for my job, study pages for my husband's job, magazine-clipped articles and recipes, old to do lists, sketches for unfinished projects I have started for my own enjoyment...the list goes on), guitars that don't have a "home" to return to after my husband plays and sings for us, accessories that never made it back to their rightful place, knick-knacks that aren't even noticed or enjoyed anymore because they are covered in dust and mingling with non-decorative clutter. We have not caught up on laundry in at least a year (probably longer, to be honest). We have too many clothes!!

In the year leading up to our wedding, I made a point to get rid of one thing every day. And I succeeded! When the big day rolled around, I had 365 fewer things to move into the new home that we were building together (at that time a 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom teeny, tiny urban apartment) and I felt pretty accomplished. We never got it completely clutter free, though, and then we moved to our current, bigger space a few years later. Oh, with more space, we will be clutter free! we thought. Nope. Our "office" (the spare bedroom at that time) was practically unusable because it became our storage and "oh, crap, people are coming over...where can we put the last of this junk?" room. While we were expecting our daughter, we moved all the junk out and turned it into her nursery.

The result? A beautiful nursery and junk everywhere else. Still. It is not relaxing to be home and it will be very annoying (not to mention dangerous) when our daughter starts to crawl. Let me clarify...we want her to crawl, that won't be annoying, but all of the junk for her to get into = annoying/dangerous.

As of today, Wednesday, July 31, 2013, I have 26 days until I return to my full-time teaching job as an elementary and middle school art teacher. I know it is not realistic to expect a perfectly organized home in 26 days, but now begins the slow purge of clutter. One item a day. Donated, recycled, or trashed. Even if I get rid of more than one item today, I still have to find SOMETHING tomorrow (no I got rid of 7 items today, so I am good for a week business!).

Today's purge: 6 pairs of threadbare and/or paint covered jeans. (Three mine, three my husband's). Why did we still have them? Don't ask me. Into the trash they go!