Still counting. Not even close to the end. Completed so far:
Master Bedroom: 1174
Master Bathroom: 228
Linen Closet: 225
Guest Bath: 102
Laundry Closet: 28
Back Patio: 367
Back Yard: 65
Grand Total: 2,492 things…so far
There’s something reassuring about handling every single thing in my home. I have begun to purge a few things as I’m going through them, and as much as I’d like to halve the number of items that belong to my husband, I am leaving that up to him. With a few pointed questions, sarcastic faces and “whatever you think” kinda tactics. It works for a while.
When I think about counting the next space my whole body droops a little, but once I start something happens. An appreciation and sense of gratitude for all that I do have softens everything.
The guest room is quite possibly my favorite room in the whole house. It’s light and clean and has a lot of my most beloved things. There’s a hutch with a recessed glass upper cabinet and lower cabinet with solid doors. Oak, I think. Not my favorite wood, but it’s dark and feels sturdy and strong. It was in my Great uncle’s home and when he passed I got my pick of anything. This piece just speaks to me.
Inside the glass cabinet are all those curios that have no real place anywhere else:
- Dolls my grandmother made and some she brought back from exotic locations
- A stuffed representation of our schnauzer growing up with his actual collar.
- A mug from Italy that belonged to the twin brother of the uncle who left me his stuff.
- A carved cigarette holder that belonged to my grandmother. I can see her holding it and laughing with her head thrown back, a highball in the other gloved hand, Auntie Mame.
- A house that doubles as a music box my dad brought me from Bermuda.
- Some random items we have picked up because they spoke to us, that we will likely pass along soon to make room for new treasures.
The bottom of this piece holds a trove of other items with no permanent home. These will likely be purged down to a more manageable few.
The things that we are attached to, even for just short time, deserve a place in our lives, in our homes, if they bring us joy and help us recall a special time or person.
This was never about blindly tossing non-essential items. It is about being mindful of what I decide to keep. Mindful of who I pass things along to. And especially mindful of anything I choose to bring in.
I expected to find things that clung to my ankle as I walked out on them and they are showing up. Especially here in this room. They may just stay. At least some of them, at least for a while.
I didn’t count the hangers the hanging clothes were hanging on. In the interest of thoroughness the total is now up to: 2,661.