I'm an addict. I admit it. I'm going to be on one of those shows..."My Mom was last seen in her house in 1982 near the pile of old Christmas ornaments that she hasn't used in 30 years. We haven't seen her since."
These pics are what happened to my house when I emptied ONE room and closet. ONE.
The Daughterunit is moving home to go back to school full time in November. There was no room at the Inn for her. We talked about buying a camper and hooking up water and electric for her out the back door. But I buckled down and moved crap out and around. There's probably 4 trunkloads for Goodwill. 1 load for my friend's antique shop and about that many for Freecycle. WHAT WAS I THINKING???
I babysit and have lots of toys, playpens, tables, highchairs, clothes, diapers ad nauseum that I actively use but just as many that I don't. OY.
And the closet pic, with clothes and clothes...no excuse. I have a heaven-made closet and thought my mission in life was to fill it to the overflowing stage. I have succeeded. Plus, I'm too fat for half of them. sigh
Night before last I couldn't sleep because of all this weighing on my mind. I've been given this wonderful home to share with friends and to keep my family safe and secure and loved. I've filled it up with junk that was a "great bargain" or "too cute" or "I might use that someday" or "I had one of those when I was a kid" instead of focusing on making the place clean, organized and peaceful. I'm ashamed. I truly am.
I shared what was on my heart with dear GrumpyUnk and he said, "I'm behind you all the way, Just don't touch my stuff".