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Christina
Loved reading your bio, add another 20 years and we are almost identical, yes I am outspoken too!
My de cluttering occurred because we have lived in this home for 35 years and unlike friends and family have had no need to declutter due to moving house. I decided I didn’t want to leave unnecessary “stuff” for my 2 adult children to declutter when the time eventually comes ( we are determined to live until we are at least 90!) So I am religiously following your de cluttering advice on a daily basis, with a few extras of my own.
This last week I decided to attack my sewing /craft room, as our two granddaughters are now 8 and 10 they no longer want to do as much craft as previously so that was the first box to be de cluttered , old dried up paints were binned,some paints in little pots were washed out and the pots used for the beads which I was able to consolidate from the different cupboards and drawers. Next was my material/ lace stash, I rang a school teaching friend and she was thrilled with my offer of a huge box of very usable material, she has her students make clothes for a children’s charity as an assignment.
I regularly take a box of usable stuff to my local Salvos and they are always very appreciative, so what my friend couldn’t use will go to them.
My only dilemma has been decuttering the box of greetings cards, some from my childhood are 60 years old. Advice here please? I have collected a box of some of the cards from my children, they didn’t want them! To be donated to the local kindy for craft. What about the letters from and to my boyfriend, now my husband (of 47 years), they are the poignant writings of 18 year olds! I have followed your advice and photographed many documents and transferred to my computer. If we dispose of all of this memorabilia, will future generations not have anything nostalgic to reflect upon?
Thank you for reading this and for your weekly decluttering advice.Today’s Mini Mission
From Delores
Here is a reflection from my crazy day yesterday (names changed of course):
Yesterday I experienced an amazing contrast. A friend, Jill, was moving out of town. Another friend, Rocky, is contemplating a move shortly.
Over the course of several days, Jill sorted and boxed. She was travelling by ferry and could only take what she could carry. That meant a lot of paring down and choices as to what was important. I helped find outlets so her castoffs would not end up in the dumpster. The last day, I arrived to load her give-aways into my vehicle, not sure how many trips I might need to make. We filled my vehicle, once. There were still a lot of boxes in her apartment.
The next thing she said stunned me. She decided to keep her 40 suits, figuring she would never have to buy another suit. I was speechless. I am 61 and I don’t think I have owned 40 suits over my lifetime much less all at once. She boxed them up and was willing to carry the extra baggage. Later she texted me that instead of a taxi she had needed a ten passenger van to take her to the terminal.
That same afternoon I met Rocky and some friends for coffee and conversation. He is retiring soon and hopes to spend time in another country for an extended period.  We quizzed him about visas, insurance, and travel plans. Someone asked what he was taking.  One suitcase for clothes and a briefcase with his laptop. Period. All he needs.
I am somewhere between those two extremes in my life but the contrast of those two persons on the same day will stick with me for some time.
“If we do not feel grateful for what we already have, what makes us think we’d be happy with more?†— Unknown