Such a simple word. That’s a crock!
For years, my mother has collected stuff. Art supplies. Keepsakes. Chotskies. Scraps of fabric from sewing projects completed long ago. And so, so, so much more. Growing up there was always a room of it. Albeit a small room. Now, it has taken over any chance at a guest room in her house – and the garage.
After the holidays, I suggested that she may give some of it away. I told her that I’m reaching out to the organization that we worked through to sponsor a family at the holidays to donate some of my used items, including a bed. She asked for the bed instead, stating she was ready to simplify her room and have a bed for the Bai. (Yes, my jaw came off its hinge.) So I offered to help.
Mission accomplished. Took a month. And lots of energy. More deep breaths. Started with pre-clutter removal and planning. Moved onto removal of furniture and “stuff” that can be parted with. Then a trip to IKEA for shelf units and work table. Building IKEA pieces. A two week hiatus (for me) while she organized. Finally moving of the bed from my house (now I get to purge the treasures that I stored underneath).
The most fun: While quickly organizing the garage to make room for pieces of furniture that needed to vacate the bedroom, we found a crock. And I have been hunting through antique stores and goodwill to find one to complete my new kitchen. So, as Bill says, “What a crock.” But, I got a crock. (And it was my grandmothers, so I got a family heirloom. Now I just need to find a butter churn.
Follow-up Note: maybe the biggest benefit was the inspiration to dig deeper into my own simplification. That third bedroom ends up collecting and storing more than I realized! Two trips to the Goodwill down. More to go. And a better guest hideout for future visitors.