So, it’s the New Year, a time to look forward with new plans and hopes.
I’ve often wondered if the New Year has different significance in different parts of the world. (Of course many cultures and religions have dates different to the Western world use of January 1st). Here in the UK, in the northern hemisphere, January 1st, is the traditional time for people to start diets and new exercising regimes – ironically at probably hardest time of the year to do so as winter is just kicking in and it gets dark by 4.30 pm. as does the need for warming comfort food.
Historically, in this country until 1751, New Year used to be March 25th. This seems to be an eminently more sensible time to deal with the sense of promise that the New Year seems to engender, with spring springing. As a professional de-clutterer, this is reflected in the fact that work goes very quiet over the dark winter months, but come spring the phone starts ringing.
My gesture to New Year, New Start this year was to tackle my underwear drawer. Though to be correct, I don’t have a drawer but three wicker baskets on a shelf: one each for socks, knickers/ bras, and long sleeved undertops.
I finally cleared out the mishmash of my old limp underwear covering various sizes I have been and bought in new: I now have just four bras, (plus two for sport) and 10 pairs of knickers. They feel fresh and fit perfectly (I got measured for the bras) and remind me of that lovely childhood feeling when starting the new school year with new uniform and fresh exercise books.
There is something very life affirming and self valuing about new underwear.
All my holey sock have gone out and been replaced and I’ve got 5 new silky thermal long sleeves vests (includes some for outdoor exercising), getting rid of what I had before that were all becoming a little less than fresh .
How’s your underwear drawer, if I may be so bold?
Today’s Mini Mission
Declutter something made from glass or china. Crockery, figurines, eye glasses, glass beaded necklace…
For a full list of my eco tips so far click here
It matters not how fast I go, I hurry faster when I’m slow