It happens. You haul bags and bags of crap into your home over a period of days, months; years. But, an equal number of bags do not go out. In fact, it seems like not even half as many bags of stuff you bring in; go out. This is a dreadful problem that causes me anxiety and disdain for, well, myself.
I am happy that I’ve been improving my organizational abilities over the past several years. I stay consciously aware of clutter–and that is honestly all you need; just to be aware. I don’t buy junk of any kind anymore. I regularly give things away and purge things. I am about 75% of the way through organizing the things we have in storage in the basement and our home features minimal ‘things that just sit there.’ You know, trinkets and knick-knacks.
This is a photo of one wall in my home. It’s been under a bit of neglect for awhile (organizing bookshelves inhabits one of the most terrible portions of hell) and I decided that today-things would be improved.
After a visit to IKEA to purchase about 20 organizational boxes; I got to work.
On this:
OK, I don’t normally have clothes all over like that, but the day before was a big laundry day and while many of the clean clothes made it out of the basket, they (obviously) did not make it into the closet.
Then, I filled all these up:
And just a few short hours later, I had this to behold and enjoy:
And the pile of stuff over on the left? That’s all going to Goodwill! Woo hoo!
Hello! My name is Cole. Simplicity Embellished is my special place. I talk a lot about writing letters, etegami, gardening and yoga. Please sign up for Sunday Tea (comes to you via email), subscribe using your feed reader of choice and don't hesitate to say hello on Twitter or Facebook either.
