I've been decluttering for years, ever since my ex-husband moved out. He was a worse packrat than I am and he left behind mounds of old #$%#@$% that he had never let me throw out, but that he didn't bother to take with him. Felt good to declutter!
Then I did a couple more rounds of MY stuff. Books to the library, cloth to the quilt guild, bags and bags of stuff to Goodwill.
It's all stripped-down, organized, and labeled. But I still have too much stuff! I own a small two-bedroom condo. I cleared out the extra bedroom (once my daughter's) for a potential renter, and all my stuff is packed into my bedroom. It's like living in a storage locker.
None of it, however, is easily tossed. There are a number of sewing and quilting projects, in which I've invested hundreds of hours. I'm not tossing those. I *am* sewing up and getting rid of things, if slowly. Current projects is fixing up a pair of large cloth dolls that I made for my daughter, dolls that she doesn't want. One suffered in storage (hair and lace needed replacement) and one was never properly finished. I'm spending hours fixing up the dang dolls so that I can give them away. When I finish that ... there's more.
Typing up or scanning all my research materials, so that I can donate them to a library. Scanning, OCRing, and giving away some of my books. Many of them are out-of-print, specialized, or hard to find. If I just get rid of them, I'll never be able to re-read or consult them.
All that's left to declutter is stuff that is going to take TIME to declutter. This is overwhelming. I realized yesterday that this is why I tend to procrastinate on dusting my room; that means handling, and facing, all the stuff I need to do. I actually DID dust my bedroom yesterday (yay me!) but I've been forced to face the reality: too much stuff, too little space. If I just had a sewing room ... but I don't.
