Let me tell you a little something about myself. I constantly attempt to minimalize, and I'm constantly fighting my desire to acquire things. My mother was an avid stuff-lover. She had a deep, artistic spirit that saw beauty and potential in things and people. Things had personalities. I don't see that in things, but I loved my mother and I loved that aspect of her personality. Because of that, I find it tremendously difficult to discard things she loved, even though she's not around to appreciate them anymore. I have no fewer than 10 plastic tubs of china, milk bottles, and various knickknacks that belonged to my mother, her mother, and her grandmother. I doubt they have much monetary value attached to them, but they're heirlooms and I'm a prisoner to them. Here's an example of a couple of treasured decorations:
My own stuff, however, I'm not nearly as attached to. I recently got rid of about half my clothes. I didn't do this because I'm pregnant. I did it because I'm 36 and some of those cute little outfits that I wore in my 20s might fit me again, but at my age, will make me look like I'm trying too hard. My time for mini-skirts has come and gone. I got rid of 2/3 of my yarn stash and most of my sewing fabric. There's no room to sew, really, and I'm done with cheap yarn forever. I'd have to say, in the past two weeks, I've substantially reduced my possessions. However, there's still TONS of stuff lying around and I'm very unhappy about it.
Something's going to have to give because we have 650 sq ft to live on, and a baby on the way.
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