I am a collector. I don't know why it is, but I like stuff. Lots of it. Cheap, no, inexpensive stuff tends to grab my attention. For the longest time my price-point was five bucks. If something was on sale for five bucks or less I typically was a sucker and bought it, whether I needed it or not. Now it's not so much a dollar amount thing, more a percent-off thing. If something is 75% off (or more) I usually am attracted to it.
The thing about all of this is that through the years I have filled our house with stuff. Now before you go thinking I'm a hoarder, I'm not. But let me just say we have a 4,000 square foot home with lots of closets and, well, they all have something in them.
For example, in one of the guest rooms the closet is completely full of craft stuff. My husband has complained every single time we moved that he does not want to move my plastic bins ever again (and bless his heart, he does move them). But in the last, well almost six years, I haven't had a chance to do any "crafts" anyway. And, funny thing, if I did want to do a craft of some sort, I likely wouldn't go dig around through my fifty plastic bins to look for some craft glue, I probably would just buy a new one anyway. So why I am I so attached to hanging onto that stuff?
So starting today, right after I post this I am going to start cleaning out closets, cabinets, bins, corners, and cubbies. If I haven't used it in the last 12 months it's going to go. I suspect I will need a small U-haul to take this stuff to the donation bin. I need to clear the crazy and starting with the clutter will help.
I suspect my crazy in the head is stemming from all the other crazy I have going on right now too but I'll have to post more about that later. Let me just say- I love, love, love my new job but it's definitely more work than I really anticipated... Good thing this girl isn't afraid of a little hard work.