Free at Last: Purging Makes Room for New Ideas

This is what I call freedom! The last of my purging was done this week, so my brain has plenty of room now to grab new ideas floating by. The weight of all that stuff is off my back at last. Not in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine feeling such satisfaction from an...

Simplifying Life Easier Said Than Done. Learning to Flex.

SIMPLIFY YOUR LIFE screams loud and clear in my head and feels more like a command these days than a mere suggestion. I’m making great progress because everything in the house seems to yell at me, “Do I need this? Do I love this?” How many people do you know who can...

The Sweet Sorrow of Parting With Your Stuff: De-Cluttering

The scrumptious smell of leather lured me into the store. When I admired the black leather vest the sales person was wearing, she took it off right then and there and handed it over. What? That was 25 years ago, and it’s been hanging in my closet ever since, waiting...

Thrift Shops, a.k.a. Goldmines

Thrift shops rock and top my list of pleasures for the treasures they contain. And here’s the latest reason why: this awesome print now hanging next to the table in the dining nook. My husband and I often go thrifting together and have great fun with this “sport”!...

Getting Knee Deep in De-Cluttering Territory

In my home, sardines couldn’t be closer. No matter how tightly you jam the hangers together, there’s only so much a closet can hold. My greedy self has just spilled over to the closet in the office space and that’s plain silly. My sweet husband worked patiently to...

The Memory of Grandpa Lingers But Doesn’t Clutter

Grandpa didn’t know this was a sugar scoop when he used it. He probably thought it was the top of his thermos bottle, which conveniently doubled as a cup for his afternoon tea at work. Everyday at 4:00 no doubt. Repurposed long ago for scooping by his daughter, my...

Junk Looks Better in a Colorful Truck

“It’s like looking at a beautiful woman.” I really don’t know how to take my husband’s comment, but I have noticed a smiley glow about him ever since he bought this cute little truck. When he first opens the blinds in the morning, instead of rushing for that first cup...

Hoarding’s On My Cluttered Mind

•••When does fun turn into collecting turn into hoarding?•••  “You are a clothes hoarder!” My husband’s words a week ago were startling because I’ve watched with disbelief the program Hoarders. Certainly not me. It was his emphasis on the word “hoarder” that got my...

The Relief of De-cluttering

I’ve spent years rebuffing an upbringing of “A place for everything, everything in its place.” Growing up in a perfectly perfect house made sure, as an grown-up, that I never ever wanted towels that all matched each other in a perfectly aligned set. (Towels around...

For Women Only… or Mostly (to earrings lovers)

Show up wearing a cool pair of earrings and you got me. In fact, I may notice these before I even see your face. The jiggle, the color, the shape or the shine always makes me smile. De-cluttering my life is one thing, de-cluttering the earrings I’ve succumb to over...