It's not that long since I had a major decluttering session here.
Less than a year I'm sure.
Yet this week finds me once again spending time chucking out "stuff".
I'm sure I don't collect this stuff. I toss junk mail into the recycling bin as soon as I've flipped through it.
Real mail gets read, answered and shredded.
But there it is; drawers crammed full of .......things.
Paper, twistie ties, empty envelopes, pictures that have torn themselves out of magazines and hopped into the drawers to join the clutter gathering there.
Lots of recipes that I'll probably never try.
Rubber bands, pencils, pens that don't work. Huh?
Oh yes, I meant to buy refills for those.....
So I started in the bedroom.
Take one drawer completely out, empty it on the bed.
Put back the things I need, ditch the rest into the bin beside my feet.
Replace the drawer. Repeat process until all drawers have been done.
Move into the laundry. Haul that box full of stuff out from under the sink.
What is all this? When did I buy it? Why did I buy it?
Chuck it out. I haven't even looked under there for six months at least so clearly I don't need all those bottles of whatever.
Spare room, hmmm, think I'll save this for last.
This is where things get put until I can find a proper place for them.
Moving on to the lounge/dining.
The bookshelves are okay, just books and photos.
But the drawers where I keep printer paper and connection cords?
Full of junk. Again.
Sort, tidy, toss.
There, that's better.
I did that last week, while I was feeling depressed. It helped me feel better.
Okay. Time for that spare room.
*opens door, looks inside......no, not today.*
Time for coffee instead.
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