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It all means something

Thanks to all my encouraging and enthusiastic co-Project Emptyers, I was able to push past the disinterest (fear's best disguise) and take another thin slice off the block-o'-clutter this evening.

roseambr's stellar decluttering of The Drawer (you know the one...it has glue, batteries, and twist-ties in it) inspired me to tackle my own Drawer. And yes, glue, batteries and twist-ties--plus safety pins, a strawberry huller, a melon baller, and a set of tiny aspic cutters--were in there too. (I kept the aspic cutters. I actually use them!)

While I was at it, I completely emptied and got rid of a wire rack on my kitchen wall.

(Heh. It almost looks photoshopped, doesn't it? I really need to get on a ladder and finish washing that wall.)

Since the rack, though junky in itself, contained useful things, emptying it involved finding better places for the stuff I wanted to keep. This, in turn, involved clearing three--count 'em, three kitchen cupboard areas.

At first glance, these weren't emotionally difficult areas to clear. All I did was toss out a few of those inexpensive vases that florist bouquets came in for things like sympathy when my cat died...

...and discard that wire rack I bought to maximize space in my little studio apartment over on Hawthorne back when it and I were both cool...

...and dig out the case of my grandmother's silver flatware and clean it up a little...

...and set aside an unused bit of cookware--a gift from an old friend I lost track of after he became very ill with HIV.

Gosh, it's hard to imagine why clearing this innocent cache of kitchen clutter has worn me out so!

Yeah. Everything I own has meaning. Even the damn strawberry huller, which I undoubtedly bought with visions in my head of summer parties that never materialized. If the clutter were meaningless, I wouldn't have collected it.

The secret, it seems, is to decide which meanings I want defining me, and of those, which cannot be represented any other way than through the possession. Everything else is subject to the giveaway bag--now, or in the next pass.

The tally as of tonight: 36 spaces cleared, 44 more to go.


Feb. 20th, 2008 07:56 am (UTC)
Re: I Love My Ceiling More, Now That It's a Dancing Floor
I confess that I have multiple Swiffers, including a mighty double-truck model--they're from yard sales and discards. I think they're absolutely worth houseroom even in a dejunked house, because they're so good at doing so many things.



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