My mum (I love her) is a hoarder. She is incapable of throwing things away. Sometimes she intercepts things that I have put in the rubbish before it makes its way to the wheelie bin outside. It's an interesting feeling to see a broken pair of sunglasses sitting on top of the television a month after you threw them out. We live in a three bedroom house - just the two of us. This is part of the problem. We have quite a bit of spare space, which she insists on filling with the most useless things. Part of the problem is the way my mum shops. My mum buys in bulk. While this is fine for, lets say, toilet paper, it doesn't really work for milk. My mum is one of those people who will buy anything as long as it is on special. The spare bedroom and the laundry are full of useless things that are in a permanent state of storage. The fact that she stores a ridiculous amount of things doesn't bother me. What does bother me is the way that she stores things - in large disorganised piles. No, make that mountains. She really is quite hopeless when it comes to decluttering. I don't think that there are any flat surfaces in our home that don't have something 'decorative' on them (vases, statues, fake birds, plastic fruit, whatever).
I decided that enough was enough and took it upon my self to fix the large mess that is my house. I have started with my wardrobe and will then tackle the spare room, followed by the laundry, before finally cleaning out the garage. I have drawn up a timeline and, as of now, have put a ten year plan into effect. See you all back here in 2017 for the results.
11 July, 2007
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