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I have a lot of stuff and by stuff I am referring to every possible spectrum of the word; clothes, shoes, bags, toys, pens, earrings, soap, books.. I could go on but I won't. Recently I have been attempting to de-clutter and trim down on my various collections but it is harder than it first appeared. I am not materialistic in the traditional sense, object's value are far less important to me than their worth. In my attempt at a clean up I have encountered one severe problem and that is an absolute inability to part with certain things. Whether it be a piece of paper that pertains to a specific memory, empty boxes, old school diaries and notes and every possible vintage of toy no matter how battered (I have decided that this is because I start to feel sad that the toy might be sad that I don't want it.. I have Toy Story partially to blame for this). Mostly I think my 'materialistic' tendencies stem from imbuing objects with memory and meaning, the thought of losing my things terrify me as I fear I will lose a certain time and with the objects the memory they hold. An example of this being a pillow I have, only yesterday did I come to grips with the fact that this pillow needed to be washed. I took it from the hospital the day my late boyfriend passed away (he was lying on it) and 6 months later it has become dirty from constant use and still contains spatters of blood. With this pillow I thought I could keep a part of my friend here but I am trying to accept now that I don't need 'things' for this if I still have my mind. Anyway today the pillow has been washed and nothing more has been lost.

Here is my toy collection after the recent tidy, it was hard to give a lot of the stuff up but I think it will have a better life in the hands of someone who would really appreciate it. (I do have to confess, there are 2 full boxes lurking under my bed but this transformation is a work in progress) The contrast to the volume of stuff I previously hoarded is immense!




Although I will always love 'stuff' and always probably have to much of it, I felt this change was needed, I don't want to be consumed with my things and in a way my mind feels de-cluttered too.

I shall end this with a photo of my favourite, favourite object I will NEVER give up, my little monkey friend Whitey (so original.. she did used to be white) that I have had and loved since I was three.



Back to tidying xxx