3,700 things gone, only 6,300 to go
I’m still doing it – letting go of 100 things for 100 days.
Summer may not have been the best time to take on a decluttering project but, much like spacing siblings, there is no ideal time to declutter.
Today, I went back to the roots of the project forcing myself to simply gather and get rid of 100 things.
You’d be surprised how hard such a simple mandate can be.
I started with the kid’s closets and just one pile – donate.
Then I found a stained shirt and couldn’t decide if it was OK to donate so I created another pile – garbage. Tatty underwear went there too.
A Whistler/Blackcomb fleece got put aside for our friend’s son Jack.
I couldn’t decide what to do with a super soft organic cotton baby blanket that we barely used but it’s so cute because it has lions on it – so I made an undecided pile.
Size 2 Gap cargo pants would fit my sister’s friend Jenny’s son Brennan.
A teeny tiny wetsuit would be perfect for the trainer at Squirrel‘s gym who just had a baby.
So, my one pile became six: 1) donate 2) garbage 3) Jack 4) undecided 5) Brennan 6) trainer’s baby.
And they make it look so easy on reality TV.
Did you notice I violated one of my decluttering commandments – leave it where it lies!
I know many professional organizers would disagree with me on this but, if I want to give my friend’s son Jack a fleece, wouldn’t it be just as easy to remember that it’s hanging in my youngest son’s closet than sitting in a pile at the front door?
Right now, I have a pile of stuff for the trainer’s baby, a bag of clothes to give to the next person we know who has a baby boy, a lion blanket, Jack’s fleece, and my sister’s sweater in a heap in my mud room. When that heap gets too high, I know I will have completely forgotten what’s under there.
And frankly, I’m usually so vexed trying to get out the door with my two boys that my brain doesn’t register a pile of stuff I should really do something about.
So, I’m going back to the question I started with: Is this something I want or need? If I want to give it to a friend, I will either remember to give it to the friend, or find it later and donate it, but until then I will avoid what Squirrel refers to as my inefficient doubling handling.
I hate it when he’s right.
What I tossed today: 100 articles of outgrown or unwanted kid’s clothes (donated)