I had a major closet cleanse this past weekend.
I am pretty bad at getting rid of things, especially things I like or feel sentimental attachment to. I know I’d feel better without the clutter of stuff I don’t use, but it’s just. so. hard.
So my strategy this time was to challenge myself. I told myself that I needed to get rid of 30 individual items. These could be anything, from dried out nail polish I hadn’t gotten around to throwing out to cheap sparkly hair pins I’ve had sine I was a teenager.
Then a funny thing happened. When I got to 30 items, I decided to make it 50.
I got to 50, and I decided to try for 100.
By the time I was done, our living room was full of trash bags for donation, mostly clothing I never wear. I was even able to move all my clothing onto a single garment rack for the first time ever. I think I might start hunting for a pretty vintage armoire to put it in, now that it will fit!
Decluttering is addictive. psychologically, it makes you take a closer look at what you really need and what acquisitions are made on flimsy emotional pretext instead of true benefit.
I’ve also noticed that for the past week, whenever I think of acquiring something, I immediately think about how easy it will be to part with down the line. I went to the thrift store this week and didn’t buy a thing. And I was fine with it. I wasn’t disappointed that I didn’t find anything. I was almost relieved.
I do not aim to live a spartan, minimalist existence by any means. But I think it’s good to jolt yourself once in a while.
How often do you go through a major clean out like this?
PS: The slip above with embroidered ballerinas in tiny lace tutus is one of the things I really couldn’t bear to part with.