One of my goals over the winter school holidays is to downsize and simplify my life. Whilst this sounds easy enough, it has a twist of irony attached.
See, I am not a horder. I am, as the skipper says, a good ‘chucker’.
I don’t collect old newspapers. There are no old magazines, cards or papers fluttering around.
My pens work or get tossed, only have what I need in the office drawers.
packets of foods get emptied into plastic containers and stored in the pantry. Boxes and packets are tossed. Bill filed when paid, envelopes trashed, empty bottles and cans out to recycle. Gone, away, not here.
So you would assume, wouldn’t you, that I would not have a great deal of stuff to sort through.
But, you see, I have this deep and amazing compulsion to have one of everything possible. Only one, granted, but one of anything.
Types of food – check. Types of frozen goods – check. Types of dry goods stashed away in the larder – check.
A gel pen in every shade possible – check. One stapler for each of the weight staples available – check. Coloured paper, lined paper, pretty notepaper, cards – A3, A4, credit card sized – check, check and checkmate.
Although my main well, obsessions, lend towards food and stationary, they are not restricted to such. Oh no.
I crave books by loved authors. I crave vases of all sizes and shapes, teacups and saucers of prettiness and dainty handles, serving platters, trays and plates.
I like one of each item that may ever be possibly necessary to be stored in my car. A torch, gum, a comb, a pen and (pretty!) notepaper. Nothing that says ‘advertising material’. A shopping bag, a picnic hamper, a blanket, a pillow.
I also like one of each item secured in my handbag. Gum, phone, paper and pen, brush, clips, elastic.
And candles – oh candles. I love them all – pillars and 3 wicks and fatties and tealights and votives. Scented, unscented, containered, boxed. All in my candle cupboard, of course.
Sheet sets must have their ‘friend’ and their slips. Towels must be married to their life partner. Placemats must be clean and folded, no food spills.
And I like it all – every single item – to be clean and stored neatly.
It’s OK, you can say it, I know.
However, the skipper and the first mate… they are another set of genetics altogether.
Which brings me back to the beginning. One of my goals over the winter school holidays is to downsize and simplify my life. Because we are moving our business – our business that takes up several hundred cubic meters of office space plus the same in workshop space - back home. Into the garage. Because as fast as I declutter and sort and get rid of stuff here at home, the skipper deals with it and takes it away. To guess where? Yep the workshop. 8 years of accumulated stuff. All stored and stacked and stashed. And soon it has to come home again.
This is going to be interesting.