I'm still working on decluttering and reorganizing my apartment. I'm taking on smaller projects than I was before, but the satisfaction of completing a small project keeps me more motivated to keep going than getting stuck in the middle of a big decluttering project.
Above you see a corner of a shelf in the master closet. Two crates were filled with Chuk's and my belongings. I took them both down and got rid of everything that was mine except for a photo album from my first trip abroad when I was 15 years old and my diary from elementary & middle school (which is both hilarious and humiliating). Both of these went on a bookcase in another room, which I've already cleared out.
When Chuk got home from work I politely asked him to review the items that were left in the bins. As a matter of respect, I don't get rid of his stuff. Turns out I didn't need to. He took pictures of a lot of what he had and then got rid of almost everything.
This is all that's left: a tub we occasionally use to soak our feet (is that TMI?), two crates just in case we have something we want to store later and in the bottom crate Chuk's old camera and lenses. (His camera case is green so you can't see it very well in the photo.) He's thinking about selling them, but hasn't made up his mind yet. I think he did a great job already, so I don't want to pressure him.
We have lots of extra space in our closet now and are feeling great about how much better our home is looking.
LOL My "for soaking feet" basin lives in our hot press (an Irish term for a warm indoor cupboard where the hot water tank lives and where we keep our towels etc). Glad I'm not the only one who has a separate basin.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Loved your memories about your Dad, I bet he would have enjoyed reading your blog
Grainne
I love those before and after pictures! It's great that he was able to get rid of things after taking pictures. :)
ReplyDeleteI give you major points for not getting rid of the guy's stuff and letting him deal with it himself :) Oh my gosh, finding old journals is more mortifying than amusing for me.
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