Oh my goodness. I hate it when I say: “I was just thinking the same thing!” because I say it all the time. In fact my Mom told me that I think too loud because everyone always knows what I’m about to say before I say it. Often they say it for me and then I wonder if my Mom was right.
Well, this has happened in a big way over at the Nesting Place, where The Nester is writing a series on the theory of thrifting, and when too much is too much (here’s the final post). I’ll tell you my thoughts must be mighty loud because they’ve traveled over state lines to get into her mind.
Ironically, her low clutter mission began after visiting a beach cottage, just as mine did after our trip to Ocean Isle last May. I wasn’t brilliant enough to post about the taking down of so many of my well sought for finds, but I’m glad she was. It has put into words so many of the feelings I’ve had as I carefully put paintings, artifacts and tchotchkes away. All the time wondering if I had made the mistake when buying them, accepting them as gifts, hanging it on the wall, or putting in the closet. I am still in high clutter mode here, and I want to tone it down father so I’m going to come back and read her series again for inspiration as I take things down. I’m probably going to start offering my finds to friends for free before I donate them, but first I have to have the fortitude to say goodbye to such hard won treasures!