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Who lives in your attic?

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Here’s an assortment of our attic people.  Who  are these people?  What did they do all day? Was smiling against the law?  That one dude is is kind of haunting, somehow I can’t look away- but I am positive he is not going to be hanging out on any wall of mine.

At any rate, these people put forth considerable effort to have these photos created.  They bought photo fancy clothes, hired a  photographer and picked out eloquent frames.  I don’t imagine they ever thought they would end up in my attic , let alone in a blog post.  They are kind of  scary looking to me.   I know think they in some way are related to my husband.  So he has to say “keep” or “rid” before I can proceed. Heavy sigh.

What I have done to move this process along is, I have taken digital photos of each picture.  (Tip: Taking photo of anything you get rid of, but still like, is a perfect solution; the item(s) lives on your hard drive and is easy to find if you ever want to revisit.)  Once we decide on the “rid” group I will email the photos  to my husband’s sisters and offer to ship them and that’s that. Mission accomplished.

Family heirlooms that are handed down, should be given more care, but that doesn’t mean that you have to hold on to them.  It’s your life, you didn’t ask for these things, remember no guilt.

Personally, I love taking photos blowing them up and framing them.  I had so many framed photos that my house had zero wall space left.  I have sorted through them once, and de-framed many, which makes storage and moving them easier.  Next step will be to sort and de-frame the remaining framed photos that are in the garage. This is a challenging area in this entire process, it can be very emotional and should be saved for a day you feel strong.

(I also  have thousands of printed photos (another task) of our family that were taken prior to the digital age, seen here.   The only good news is I can identify the people and places in my photos.)

Today is attic people. I must stay focused.  One-day one-thing. Cheers!

I never met a box I didn’t like

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I love boxes!   It’s true!  I never met or saw a box I didn’t like.  The problem is once I own a box,  I put stuff inside it.  End result, I have a lot of boxes with God-knows-what inside.

By not knowing what is inside, I definitely can’t just throw it away. Therein lies one of my many problems.  Sorting, blah!!!  I hate it.  It takes forever, so of course I don’t do it.

This is the cutest box ever. It’s tiny.  I have saved this box as a reminder to myself -NO MORE BOXES!!!!

The mass marketers would like you to believe that if you buy a container then all your “stuff” will be protected and organized.  They want you to believe that your children will suddenly want to put away their toys or that your house will instantly  become neat and orderly.  They do a good job.  Now  plastic containers come in all shapes and colors. One is bound to be perfect for your “whatever.”  I have a plastic box just for a wreath.  The wreath’s original box was perfectly fine, but no….a green and red one is better. It’s all bullshit.  (I didn’t need the wreath either, but that is beside the point.)

Buying boxes, containers if you will, is a license to hold on to unnecessary stuff!  Don’t do it. I realize there are valid uses for a containers, but if you are anything like me, a storage container stores stuff we don’t need, we may not even want, and stuff that we usually forget we have until we look inside. (we’re never going to look)

Next time you see that shiny new container that is going to miraculously solve your clutter issues, remember my tiny box.  Get rid of the stuff you want to store – you aren’t going to use it anyway.  Be brave, be box-less.

Don’t dwell

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This is particular difficult to achieve one hundred percent of the time.  I mean if you are like me, you spent the last 20 plus years buying stuff.  You bought for your house, your garden, your dogs, your cats, you bought for the new baby, and the new baby after that and so on.   When I am faced with looking at those things I bought sometimes I see the joy it brought, but more times than not I see a price tag.  Front and center my mind tells me, “Man that was expensive.”  The next thought is “and we barely used it.”

My item today: our pool table.  I bought it as a birthday present for my husband, back when the children were little.  We thought they would grow up have friends over and shoot pool, like we did when we were younger.  Not so much.  Video games, organized sports, movies and social networking was the main stay of their teen years.

This particular purchase is more “dwell” worthy than just it alone, because when we moved we actually put an addition on our house to hold the table.  Ugh!  I recently tried to sell it for weeks – not a single bite.

I can’t dwell.  Currently the pool table is in storage, at a U-store-it place.  It’s been in storage before , so there still may be hope for future usefulness.  I am not sure.

My key here is do not dwell on it.  It is what it is.  Move on and do one thing today to move closer to living better with less.