Sure, I’m passionate about my decluttering, but what really fires me up is not decluttering.
A case in point. These are the socks I’m wearing today:
I think the left one belongs to my son. I fished them out of the separated sock box. Yep, the separated sock box is full again and I’m only now suspecting the real reason for it. No one actually likes the socks in there! Honestly, if they were favourites, wouldn’t we have fished them out already?
Now, I have a high tolerance for mismatched socks. Same brand, but different colour or, same colour, but different brand is perfectly acceptable in my world. Likewise, same brand and colour but different style is still within the realm of reason. But one black, one white, one striped, one colour blocked and both ugly is so not OK with me, that every time I look down I feel a little further removed from polite society.
So, I dumped the box, including the ones on my feet, and sent the keepers off to goodwill.
Then, as promised, I took a picture of a place in my home that I’m not proud of this week:
Not too bad, you may think. But consider that I have a “furnished mudroom” adjacent to this space with oodles of closet, shelf, and drawer space and you may question our need to dump bags, sweaters, boots, puzzles and coats at the front entrance as though we were just squatting here. As I held up the camera I wondered if the room, as it stood, had anything to say to me. (I told you the socks put me in a bad place). Here’s what I “heard”:
Come on in, just throw your stuff down anywhere. I don’t care. Although, I wouldn’t sit down if I were you. Have you seen the stains on this rug? I don’t think they’ve vacuumed it for at least a couple of weeks. Mind the salt stains on the tiles too, they go up the mountain a lot and leave their boots anywhere they feel like it. Hang up your coat?! Not on my watch, just toss it on the railing. Mudroom? Ah, they never use it!
So, I tossed the rug, washed the floor, and enlisted my kids to wipe the stains off the door handles and light switches. It took all of fifteen minutes, and now I’m hearing something completely different from the foyer:
Keep it moving folks! Mudroom’s over there. Don’t you know that leaving your stuff all over the place is a fire hazard. Do I look like a place to get comfortable? Go on and use that Pottery Barn bench over there – they spent way too much on it anyway.
I learned something important from these two declutterings. Don’t make things too convenient for yourself! Since I took away the rug from the front door, the kids and their friends automatically go to the mud room to dump their belongings. And, since I took away the “lost sock box” from the laundry room, I’m no longer tempted to fish out any old sock on my way out the door, and that has done wonders for my self-esteem!
Is anything at your place bugging you enough to do something about it?