I used to think I was pretty good at editing and de-cluttering. I sort of skimmed articles and blog posts on the topic, smugly thinking, “I’ve got this”. What a maroon. I’m learning that, really, we just don’t have a ton of extra stuff in the first place. Sure, I’ve consigned some clothes, contributed to family yard sales and donated things to charities over the years, but we don’t have oodles of unwanted stuff so my ability to part with things hasn’t really been tested.
A quick tour of the guest bedroom reveals a treasure trove of pieces that don’t fit, but I have refused to sell. Among
them, the first piece of “real” furniture I bought: the maple armoire. I
agonized over that armoire and, even though it doesn’t fit the space (it’s extra deep so the layout is limited) I’ve held on. I think partly because it’s sentimental, partly because it was from a fancy pants store and partly because I know I won’t get close to what I paid for it.
I tried to make the layout work, but now, 6,000+ km away from the townhouse, I have been able to see the room with fresh eyes. The piece is huge (our house is small) and the resulting layout is odd. Another family with storage needs will love it and, once I sell it, I can get a piece that works, rearrange the room, make some side tables, maybe a headboard (can’t wait!). I can finally refresh the room, because I am finally able to sell what doesn’t work. Along with the armoire will go a few vintage teak tables, maybe some other things. Being so far away I feel a little detached from the townhouse. That made me sad, at first, but now I think it’s a good thing. Being a little detached means taking steps toward big changes. Other rooms are getting major and minor overhauls in 2013 too. I’m excited.
I feel good, if a little embarrassed about always being so glib about decluttering because it took me three years to get to a place where I can agree to sell some furniture. I hope I can keep this commitment to change once I’m firmly back on Canadian soil. Telling you all means you can take me to task if you still see this armoire kicking around come spring!
Do you struggle with saying “good-bye” to stuff?