Uncluttering your life must be this year’s catchphrase. I seem to read it everywhere.
I’ll admit it’s high on my list of priorities this year. We plan another massive garage sale in April. I hope it’ll be as successful as last year’s. I’ll be pricing stuff to go! Whatever doesn’t sell is going straight to Goodwill.
We’ve been clearing out the last vestiges of ‘stuff and nonsense’ from the other house. After this week, there should be nothing left at the old homestead.
I’m not a neat freak but I like things in their proper place. Nothing grates on my nerves more than having to look for something that has ‘disappeared’. I have some serious decluttering ahead of me though. I’m just waiting until everything is in one place before I start sorting between keep, donate, and sell.
If it were left to me, most of it would be gone, but I have a husband, therefore I have a giant stumbling block to decluttering. Greg won’t let anything go without a fight, but the other day he was actually good about meeting me halfway. These bouts don’t last long so I take advantage of it when it occurs.
I like to clean room by room. For example, if I organize the pantry, I take EVERYTHING out and start with a clean slate. I find it’s easier for me to declutter if I get to choose whether something goes back in the room or not.
How about you? Are you a collector, or do you declutter as you go? Do you have to be motivated before you do any deep cleaning? Any suggestions on how to decide when to let something go?
I’m trying to convince Greg to get rid of some of his unworn clothes. His stash is slowly taking over my side of the closet and I keep putting up barriers to keep his stuff on his side. I, on the other hand, have so few clothes I’ve actually been forced to buy a few new things.
I might be a mule, but I’m no clothes horse.
Do you spring clean? What do you like to attack first?
Oh, and if anyone has any advice on how to reduce dust, please let me know.
With dogs, dust and fur are my biggest household demons. I don’t mind dusting, but it’s getting out of hand. There’s got to be a more efficient way.
Nana does not make my life any easier. I swear she was snickering at me when I took this picture.
PS I’m in and out today, but I’ll reply to all comments before the day is out.