My favorite bookshelf filled with some of my permanent collection. It's always evolving as I continue to grow and change, books are removed and given away sometimes because I feel I won't read or refer to them again, books are added as I discover new and priceless treasures. I used to have almost an entire shelf taken up with the books of Christopher Moore, who I do highly recommend, and now I have none. Not on this shelf, anyway. I am sure I still have my very favorites of his. (The Stupidest Angel is my all time favorite Xmas book)
Of all the things I need to declutter I find books can be the most difficult. Even when I'm almost sure I won't ever read them it's hard to put them aside and donate them or post them to PBS. Will they find a good home? Will they end up rotting in a landfill. shudder I have a sweet friend who has something like 85 corset shaped purses in every color combination imaginable as well as her other purses and bags and just hundreds of shoes. If I had those purses and shoes I would find it very easy to get rid of nearly all and keep just a few in my favorite colors. I would never devote the storage space to purses and shoes that she does, never. But that's me. She has a whole system with these things. She gets her nails done and her wardrobe and purses all get cycled around because she color coordinates the lot to go with her nails. And yes, she has a wardrobe that makes mine look like nothing at all. She could clothe a nation if they were all in spitting distance of her size. I can't imagine doing all that but she looks 100 times more put together than I do. She looks amazing every single day. I'm sure she wonders what the hell I DO with all my books.
We all have these things in our lives that we are attached to. They are hard to get rid of and so very easy to collect. Oh, look, I don't have that book with That cover..... I don't have a teapot with Boa Constrictors on it... I don't have a Rainbow Striped pool noodle... etc... and so we bring another one home like a crown of laurel leaves. Victory! And we look around and feel depressed because our homes are so messy and hard to keep tidy. I've gotten rid of probably over 1,000 books so far this year and I need to get rid of many more. I've given away 90% of the plush toys I've hung onto forever, several bags/boxes of kitchen things I don't use, hundreds of pounds of unworn clothes, 2 giant bins of yarn, a carload of random items I can't classify, and over 100 board games. Somehow the place is still cluttered! I can see progress but it feels so small. The game room used to be full of unused stuff now it's a functional room. I just made progress on the laundry room this week, moved useful things to storage, broke down boxes for recycling, organized cans and bottles for redemption, put away the winter things, found a place for my painting things.
It seems to me that the most important thing is NOT TO KEEP BRINGING THINGS IN. It's difficult isn't it? When we see things we like we want to buy them and bring them home. We're so programmed to think of ourselves as consumers. It's like it's our job to buy things. It's a terrible, crushing cycle that keeps us running after money so we can buy more things and then the house fills up and we get rid of things just to get more. On and on it goes. Why do we do this to ourselves? I think if we, and here I mean "we" my little family, stopped buying all this stuff we could afford to do at least some of the things we always feel are out of our reach like travel.
And I've rambled on way past the limits of anyone's patience. Sorry, I hope you all have a very lovely day.