Last week was a strange week.
A couple of things happened, out of the blue.
On Thursday I met a stranger, who among other things, told me how he never buys anything he doesn’t use. He’d recently purchased antique crystal wine glasses at auction – not as an investment, but to enjoy. It was a pleasure to talk to this person. It’s a conversation that will stay with me.
Friday rolled around, and as I baked and decorated my Minnie Mouse cupcakes…
(yes they got done, for those who read Friday’s post)
…my eyes glanced up at my CD collection. Boxed up and packed away above my kitchen cupboards.
(don’t look too closely – I didn’t do a cobweb sweep before photographing)
This collection has been weighing heavy on my mind. Since starting the decluttering process, a few years back, St Clutter-free has been nagging away at me.
Surely it’s clutter? It’s rarely looked at, let alone played.
I remembered the advice I’d had the day before. Don’t buy anything you don’t use.
The collection isn’t recently purchased, but it raises the question – if I use it can I keep it? Then maybe the conflict inside my mind can be settled, and the weight lifted.
Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful. William Morris.
Eyes closed, I opened a box and pulled out a CD.
An afternoon of rocking-it-out in the kitchen commenced. I was transported through time. I was 28 again.
Rather ironic. Listening to, and bellowing out, parental advisory lyrics whilst making Disney cupcakes. The kids were, of course, safely at school.
I’m now, indiscriminately, working my way through the collection a day at a time. Today’s CD became mine when decluttering a collection of a very special person who is no longer here to enjoy it himself. I’ll enjoy it for him.
The CD doesn’t bring back painful memories, it brings back wonderful memories.
Today’s CD is something to treasure, it’s not clutter.
Clutter is the railway ticket I found hiding in my wallet this morning. Dated 30 May 2012. Why I’d want to keep it to remind me of such a traumatic time – I do not know.
It’s been decluttered. St Clutter-free is at work today.
It’s all in the definition of clutter. Clutter isn’t useful or beautiful. Clutter is useless or ugly. Clutter can be depressing, uncomfortable and sometimes even painful.
**I have to take this opportunity to drop a link in here. If you didn’t meet The Clutter Fairy when Lesley guest-posted, then please spend 5 minutes getting to know her as she talks about clutter, and how it’s defined, on BBC Breakfast**