We all know that this time of year evokes strong feelings of the organizing, de-cluttering, cleaning and regrouping sort. I have been a busy bee dusting the left-over Christmas dust, stashing items that the kids don't use anymore (in other words, hiding their old toys until school starts and I can bring them to the Goodwill) and trying to restore a sense of order and cleanliness to our home.
It's been an uphill battle the whole way because with every box I pack and place in our "crawlspace," I get a glimpse of the horror that lives in there all year long.
Boxes full of things I haven't looked at since college. Bins full of family heirlooms and things that belonged to my father-in-law. A boat. Hunting paraphernalia that hasn't been touched in 11 years. Not to mention more coolers and back packs than any human could possibly need.
These things live here. all. the. time.
We have more than enough family heirlooms inside our house. We have coolers for camping and soccer games in our trailer that we use on a regular basis. If my husband wanted to embark on a hunting trip, he does not need what is under the house. Does not need.
It has to stop.
One family has taken this a step further.
They have stopped shopping.
I have enjoyed reading "Notes From the Trenches" for a while. Chris' family amazes me, as does her talent in keeping it all together while parenting seven kids. She has shut down her former blog and given it a face lift, renaming it "A Year Off."
Here, she has begun to tackle the mountain of things she and her family does not need, and made a vow (at least for a year) not to bring any more of it into her home. Being a fellow Target aficionado, this is no easy task. But she is doing it. She is looking those useless, although shiny and pretty, items on the shelf in the eye and walking away.
So far, so good.
And so far, I haven't bought one item I haven't needed in 2008 either and I have a mound of things waiting to be donated. But I fear for myself, as I am out of laundry soap and we all know that the best place to buy it is . . .
I hope I can make it out alive.