The ladies in the village charity shop are beginning to look at me in great expectation whenever I hove into view along the high street. 'What goodies/weird bits and bobs will she drag in today?'.
I have been on a clear-out mission for the past few weeks, books, magazines, knick-knacks, clothes, bags, you name it, if it is lurking round the house with a 'not in use' look about it, well it is on a fast track to the charity shop.
It started with the wardrobe. I did it, I detoxed the clothing. I actually parted with those old favourites that lurk on the furthest rails, sleep in the deepest drawers. That pair of jeans from nineteen canteen, they used to hug the thighs and graze the ground, they haven't done that in more than a decade. Reality check – they are not a pet/family member – out, out damn jeans! Depressing to say there were some outfits still with tags, those treats and absolute bargains that just-couldn't-be-missed, impulse buys, things you just can't live without. Hmmmmm how come I couldn't see life going on without them when they were in the shop, but appear to have managed to live a normal life while the stupid things hang in the wardrobe completely untouched and not enhancing my life in any way at all!
No sentiment, no might-have-been outfits. I really went for it. I imagined my wardrobe contents hung on some horribly public washing line and having the lovely Gok Wan (now there's a man whose help I could do with) pick over everything and shrieking 'Girlfriend what were you thinking!'. Yes, dear reader I sorted those clothes.
Not only did I gut the wardrobe completely and really 'think things through' in the clothing front, I also made myself covered hangers for every item and generally prettied up the whole wardrobe scenario.
Onwards to the books, I've sold a few but I think the rest will all have to go to a booksellers in Glasgow to get rid of them. Posting them is costing a lot more than I had anticipated.
Yesterday it was the kitchen shelves. Too many knick-knacks on those shelves. I zapped the lot. Lined them all up on the sink and did a 'keep it/trash it' choice as I washed them all. The shelves now look barer, tidier and if I am honest, much better. Maybe now I will be able to find that lavender salt I made last summer, rediscover those recipes I had tucked into one of the far-too-many corners in there.
Tea pots, mugs, plates, storage jars, vases, books and slightly silly bird ornaments (did keep my favourite robin tho) all went into a box.
And there I was, staggering under the weight of my kitchen shelves and leaning on the shop wall as the old ladies fairly rushed to prop the door open for me and my load of loot. 'More goodies, your house must be empty by now' they cry as they do every time I stagger shop wards with my bundles.
Must resist temptation to buy any of the damn stuff back again…………….