You can tell alot about people by the stuff that they keep, be it alot or alittle or junk or high quality or colorful or drab or new or old ect. The contents of a person's home, where they live and how they live tell alot about who they are.
Really though, I'm all about owning only what you use or that which is of significant value to your past. It's a constant assessment of "is this valuable? How valuable? Do I care? WHY do i care?" ect about your stuff.
Regarding the stuff that you use:
I've found that i only wear aout 20% of the clothes I own AND I own books that I havn't read in years and don't remember the plot lines of!!! (Half of the 80% of unworn clothes don't even fit or I seriously dislike them. They've gone to the byebye box. The books that I have that I havn't read or have read and don't remember anything about have also gone to the byebye box. I've got half a dozen pair of shoes, and umteen million other knicknacks and dumb stuff tossed in there too.)
Another thing that tends to pile up are pens. Between my family and I there are several shoeboxes filled with nothing but pens. Promo pens, pens we bought, pens we stole from someplace without meaning to, pens, pens, pens, pens, pens! None of us EVER need to buy another pen in our life! Ive decided to stockpile the ones that I like, and send the rest into the Byebye box. (same with other office-y type stuff like paperclips or rubberbands. make a zippy bag with them and keep it around and store it with your pens and never buy another box ever again!)
Things to keep are that which has significance - sometimes the significance of the former owner more so than any experince on your own,
Included in this catagory is my grandfather's bible, a dish that used to sit on my grandmother's dressing table, Jewelry that another grandmother gave me and a couple of other things that would bring about 50 cents at a guarge sale but are priceless to me.
I'm also keeping all of my old writings. In finding them again, i'm amazed at that which I understood in 7th grade and then as a freshman in high school. I see the progression of thought and of person and personality. It's definatly good stuff.
But yea.
I've been going through boxes this morning.
it's noon and I'm exhausted, which speaks to the rambling aspect of the posting. My appologies, it's the best my brain can organize itself - same regarding spelling...
Something interesting before I sign off and go eat some lunch... people are funny about their things. like, my mother who has recently aquired very poor vision was once a writer and an avid reader. We're not going to get into what happened to her writing and why she doesn't do it anymore, as that is not my story to tell, but, when going through a box today with her, we found books. books books and more books. Some dating back to the early seventies when she was in college, and a few from she got married. She's hestiant to move them on, though I know she's no idea what they were about some of them... and some of them were very important to her and she knows exactly what they are. I wanted to tell her that it would be ok to move on the mass printings and the books whose stories she didn't recognize, but I could tell that it wasn't something that she'd be open to... instead I made the comment that they can all fit on the shelves in the bookcase and she was ok with that.
You can't make someone give something up that they're not ready to. (If you do, they will hate you because you took it from them.)
and because it's random...
Debbie gibson's butt.
Really though, I'm all about owning only what you use or that which is of significant value to your past. It's a constant assessment of "is this valuable? How valuable? Do I care? WHY do i care?" ect about your stuff.
Regarding the stuff that you use:
I've found that i only wear aout 20% of the clothes I own AND I own books that I havn't read in years and don't remember the plot lines of!!! (Half of the 80% of unworn clothes don't even fit or I seriously dislike them. They've gone to the byebye box. The books that I have that I havn't read or have read and don't remember anything about have also gone to the byebye box. I've got half a dozen pair of shoes, and umteen million other knicknacks and dumb stuff tossed in there too.)
Another thing that tends to pile up are pens. Between my family and I there are several shoeboxes filled with nothing but pens. Promo pens, pens we bought, pens we stole from someplace without meaning to, pens, pens, pens, pens, pens! None of us EVER need to buy another pen in our life! Ive decided to stockpile the ones that I like, and send the rest into the Byebye box. (same with other office-y type stuff like paperclips or rubberbands. make a zippy bag with them and keep it around and store it with your pens and never buy another box ever again!)
Things to keep are that which has significance - sometimes the significance of the former owner more so than any experince on your own,
Included in this catagory is my grandfather's bible, a dish that used to sit on my grandmother's dressing table, Jewelry that another grandmother gave me and a couple of other things that would bring about 50 cents at a guarge sale but are priceless to me.
I'm also keeping all of my old writings. In finding them again, i'm amazed at that which I understood in 7th grade and then as a freshman in high school. I see the progression of thought and of person and personality. It's definatly good stuff.
But yea.
I've been going through boxes this morning.
it's noon and I'm exhausted, which speaks to the rambling aspect of the posting. My appologies, it's the best my brain can organize itself - same regarding spelling...
Something interesting before I sign off and go eat some lunch... people are funny about their things. like, my mother who has recently aquired very poor vision was once a writer and an avid reader. We're not going to get into what happened to her writing and why she doesn't do it anymore, as that is not my story to tell, but, when going through a box today with her, we found books. books books and more books. Some dating back to the early seventies when she was in college, and a few from she got married. She's hestiant to move them on, though I know she's no idea what they were about some of them... and some of them were very important to her and she knows exactly what they are. I wanted to tell her that it would be ok to move on the mass printings and the books whose stories she didn't recognize, but I could tell that it wasn't something that she'd be open to... instead I made the comment that they can all fit on the shelves in the bookcase and she was ok with that.
You can't make someone give something up that they're not ready to. (If you do, they will hate you because you took it from them.)
and because it's random...
Debbie gibson's butt.
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i don't like keeping junk, but i do it.
But... YAY! Junk! I am a pat rat! It is tought for me to throw something away.
Have a great time cleaning!