Giving it all away

The number of TV shows you can watch about decluttering reassures me that this post will be of interest to someone other than myself!

I’ll be moving house and this has meant having to look into every single nook and cranny of my home. Every single item requires a decision: repair/recycle/discard/keep/sell/pack now/pack later. What had always given me the most trouble until now was “donate”. I was painfully aware that items other than clothing are harder to donate. For example, many organisations wouldn’t accept toys all year round, a bookstore required me to bring in all my boxes myself and cart them up 3 flights of stairs. Since there were 11 boxes I declined.

Websites now exist to sell on clothes but I didn’t wish to spend my valuable time posting out items, particularly when charities can benefit from carefully donated clothes.

Welcome, welcome the local free small ads website! Trivial, niche, burdensome items, large and small, have been disappearing out the door drip, drip, drip. If it’s for free there will, apparently, always be someone out there who is willing to make the trip to my door to pick it up. Are they giving it a new life? Or is it collecting dust in their place now instead of in mine? Why worry! as, at least for a moment, they are happy and I am happy!

just some of my listings

It is very liberating that the previously slightly sad and slightly shameful act of clearing out thirty years of stuff has become a source of happiness.

A certain amount of letting go and seriously compassionate self-talk is still needed daily to keep my balance through the process. You always get surprised how things expand as you move them. I have made strict rules for myself:

1. things may only be moved in a  DOWNSTAIRS direction (empty attic achievement unlocked)

2. a full donations bag goes in the HALL and is out the door within a DAY (otherwise you forget what’s in it)

3. Don’t think of it as “losing money” when you choose to donate or give away for free rather than sell your old items (you purchased this item once, it’s been useful to you, and now it isn’t anymore)

4. Don’t bite off more than you can chew (you never know when you are going to be emotionally ambushed by a thing and lose time to a good cry)

5. Don’t beat yourself up (thirty years, thirty years worth of stuff! Of course you made some mistakes!)

6. Don’t hesitate to rid yourself of items that are attached to difficult feelings (no matter how “valuable”)

7. If you know you have a large collection of a type of item, first gather them all in one room (allow plenty of time for this bit) only then begin The Deciding on them

This all sounds very wise, doesn’t it! I still have three small, sneaky corners that I have not really examined yet. I no longer think of my delay as some character fault or procrastination. No, I have left those places unexamined until now because I had other priorities. If I have not looked in that cupboard for 5 years then there is absolutely no rush to look in it now.

The sun has come out, the weather warmed right up, the photographer has been and gone. So, feet up for a few days. This is a big project that should not be underestimated and I must look after myself while I’m doing it.

Yes, I did drag the sofa out into the garden
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Next day: less Bleak

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Bleak

Bleak, bleak, bleak

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John Francis Flynn

Connecting

The breath

A boom; a near breaking

The breath

The breath

Photo credit via Clash Magazine: Rachel Lipsitz

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Colour

At last


Looking West or looking North East at sunset. The light is bouncing about all over the place thanks to the snow.

Meanwhile, indoors, work continues on a five metres squared blanket. A very pleasing pattern where you knit two right angled triangles into a big square: start wide and shrink up, turn around, change colour and then get wider and wider as you go down again. One. Stitch. At. A. Time. I am sorry for the first person who looks at it and asks the classic non-knitter question, How long did that take you?

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Return of the light

Frozen

Really noticeable that there has been very very little brightness in recent weeks.

I found a sheltered place and sunbathed for an hour but in the wind it was uncomfortably, bitingly cold.

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Watery New Year

On my final walk of 2023 this very odd image just appeared before me: reflections of ???? in the harbour water.

So I snapped it.

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46 different bands

Personal Trainer
Martha Wainwright
Pitou

Emiliana Torrini

The Waterboys

High Fade

H Hawkline

Aldous Harding

Personal Trainer
Caroline Polachek
Young Fathers
Alvvays

Lankum

Nation of Language
Hammok

Crack Cloud
Japanese Breakfast
Julia Jacklin
Chemical Brothers
Aphex Twin

Royksopp

Gaye su Akyol

The Mars Volta
Unknown Mortal Orchestra
Editors

Pink

Warpaint

The War on Drugs
Red Hot Chilli Peppers

Pale Blue Eyes

Heartworms
B C Camplight
Warmduscherr

Mood Bored

Nation of Language

Teleman

Girl on Girl
Plantoid
Water From Your Eyes

Deerhoof

Weyes Blood

Sextile

Dream Wife

cumgirl8

Personal Trainer
B C Camplight

Parker Fans

Pip Blom

The Klittens

The Bug Club
Personal Trainer

A list of 51. Personal Trainer seen 4 times and were my first and last of the year; B C Camplight and Nation of Language twice each, making a grand total of 46 different bands in one year.

Hard to pick favourites but for irresistible performance – Caroline Polachek – and for band, real band, proper band dancing energy it has to be Personal Trainer.

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Short day

A rare bright day

Started like this
ended like this

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Rain

I waited for a break in the showers to go out but got soaked anyway

Scared a group of walkers who didn’t expect to find a strange woman ensconced in a holly bush (trying to shelter from the hail)

If you waited for it to stop raining in November, you’d never leave the house

No regrets

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