Editing

Do you have a finely edited wardrobe?

My friends, I'm here to confess, that I do not. I have a wardrobe that's like ivy. It's slowly, every so slowly growing out of control. It's getting into everything, it's everywhere and before I know it, our house will be overrun with my clothes.

I'm not one who loves shopping, however, I am one who loves hoarding.

I keep clothes 'in case they come back'. I keep clothes for sentimental reasons (I have the jeans that I was wearing when I met Matt, despite the fact they're not that comfortable and I always share my plumber's crack when wearing them). I have a lot of my Mum's clothes too. Oh and I keep clothes for when Tiny is older. Like this awesome pale pink cord miniskirt from Zimmermann.

Once an old flat mate of mine went through my wardrobe with me. I remember the horror on her face when she pulled a linen dress from my wardrobe and said "What is this?" I told her I wore it when I was 16 and I was holding onto it until I could wear it again. She grabbed it, and another of the same ilk and said "They ain't coming back sister" and tossed them into the charity bag we had on stand-by.

Vicious. Don't think I wasn't tempted to go fish them out again. I do this regularly. As if I owe something to these clothes.

Today I am madly trying to edit. I've so far tossed one dress, and one skirt. The dress I have only worn once and I just don't feel love for it. The skirt I have worn many, many times, however it's unflattering and all the buttons are coming off and I don't know where they are - but most of all it's unflattering. For me, that is enough reason to evict it.

What are your wardrobe criteria? Do you regularly edit yours?

Image via the beautiful Vintage Rose

Inspiration Will Hit

Hi, my name's Alex and I am a hardcore hoarder and I have a confession to make. I hold onto things that haven't seen the light of day for years - but you just never know when I might need them again. Take for example the box currently sitting upstairs that I've not unpacked for over three years. It's full of all kinds of stuff. Old work stuff (cause I might just need it), photos, and probably a whole lot of dust. I wish someone would just hypnotise the hoarder out of me.

Feels like I should be heading to hoarding rehab.

Anyway, as a continuation of my storage theme (I'm thinking if I had better storage then I would be able to find things, and thus throw out things I don't really need - oh that hurts!), I stumbled upon this cute little set of drawers by Wrongwoods by way of Poppytalk. Seriously cute, like living in a cartoon! If you have a lazy $6,000+ you can buy it here.

Word on the street is they have nightstands too. Can you imagine just how cute these would be?

Anyway, we are hopefully moving soon. So I am attempting a fine stunt. To oust our house of some of my accumlated stuff. And so far, I am not doing too badly. I have ebayed a few things. I have tossed a few things. I have charity binned a few bags of goodies too. But now I am getting hardcore. After this weekend I am going to set myself a challenge. A bag a day must leave our house. A bag a day.

It's almost like my mini-marathon. Now I just need someone to toss a glass of water on my face mid-week and I'll keep on with my anti-junk regime. Go me!

The Opposite of Procrastination

So yesterday I continued my leap of faith - I kept ebaying. I've now listed quite a few things, it feels good.

I also got stuck into an ugly corner of our house - or rather, an ugly shelf. In our kitchen we just had a mass of clutter. It was dusty. It was messy. It was making me feel IK! So I tidied it up. I should have taken a before photo so you could feel proud of me. But this is the after shot. I've been sneaking glances at it because it just feels so good to have purged this mess. Receipts from 2006. Hmm. A dying ground for old paperclips. Yes. A total cesspit of dying forgotten objects no longer of desire. YES!

So I purged.

Is there a rehab for purging? It feels so darn good it almost hurts.

Putting a Stop on Procrastinating

I've finally done it. I am a self-proclaimed hoarder. I hold onto things for waaay too long, and have piles of junk hidden around the house under the guise 'I might just need it'. It's because I am a sentimental fool, everything sparks off memories, and when I am sorting through that pile of old wrapping paper, or all those old birthday cards - they trigger memories that I would otherwise have forgotten.

Anyway, since returning home from house sitting, I've decided I need to purge all this stuff. Really, if I haven't unpacked a box since we last moved (which was three years ago) I don't really need that stuff - and can't justify it. And anyway, it's just dust collecting.

So I have started listing some stuff on Ebay. It's hard. Oh my goodness, it's hard. That's why I like giving stuff to charity, I can just wave goodbye to it as it exits my life via the big red box in the supermarket car park. But Ebay means I must be made of steelier stuff. I have to wait seven whole days til I can say sayonara! But it could also mean a little bit of pocket money too. A little bit more money to grow my fabric stash.

Now I have listed five items on Ebay - and am now running around the house like a crazy lady trying to find more things to sell. I didn't realise it was so exciting. Matt can stop grumbling about my hoarding - because now our house is in jeopardy of becoming an empty little space as I chase the thrill of the sell. Here's to putting a stop to procrastinating and the cheap thrill of Ebaying.