The idea of decluttering your life is a good one in theory. I get it. I have saved way too much stuff over the years.
Photos in shoe boxes, albums on bookshelves, schoolwork in bins, projects made out of clay, papier-mache, plaster of Paris, mosaics, and naturally, a host of lanyards. I am, after all, a Cancer. I can’t bear to throw things away.
It’s a memory, as one of my daughters would say. She too is a hoarder and carries receipts from restaurants, cleaners tickets, (not sure how she picks the stuff up!), match book covers, ticket stubs, etc.
My mother couldn’t have been more different. Muriel was able to go through her UWS apt of 30 years and toss anything and everything in her path of destruction. I’ve told the story to many people about my mother throwing away her wedding album. Who does that?!!
My parents moved to Florida (South Florida. Where else in those days?!) Muriel wanted to make a clean break and only take the clothes she would wear for the next 20 some odd years. No personal effects, with the exception of some photos. I couldn’t do this if I had a gun to my head. I am a mush. I am sentimental, nostalgic, attached.
MEMORIES. I understand the concept of letting go of things that don’t bring you joy and Marie Kondo (so adorable!), but I’m not Asian and “austere” is not in my vocabulary. Ask daughter #1 who has insisted I decorate with clean lines, simple, space, no tchotchkes! (dust collectors, as my late mother in law would have called them. She too was a person who could throw out her son’s Lionel train set and have no remorse-probably worth a fortune today!)
Luckily, when we moved from our home of 25 years in Westchester, New York, my husband had the strength and smarts to call the junk luggers when I was at work. I never saw what they took. And interestingly, I never missed it either. So I guess in the end this method has its merits! I couldn’t have done it myself. Everything would have had tear stains and I would have a reason to hold onto the bust of Nick Carter, the first Nikes worn by daughter #2 , and a whole host of other precious possessions.
So, with apologies to Marie Kondo, let it be known that I may wish to be buried with those Nike shoes from daughter #2, a couple of lanyards from sleep away camp, maybe a few receipts, and of course photos galore!
All of them tear-stained!
Today’s Takeaway –
-Some call it clutter. I call it Memories. If a memory gives you joy, then be counter-cultural and hold on to it!
-Just draw the line when your souvenirs need a storage unit of their own. Marie does make a good point or two!
Bottom Line — Enjoy the ride!
Barclay and Joy