It started a few years ago. I was reading something in my long quest to live a more Zen existence. (When my four kids were infants I actually, in desperation, attended a class on how to be more organized at home – and nervously laughed at (not with) the anal instructor who only let her kids wear two different colors from the whole rainbow of colors). Part of organizing was major de-cluttering and gaining space in my space. With that in mind, for the last two years, if I bought an item of clothing (a weakness) I gave one away – buy one, lose one – no breaking the deal. It wasn’t that hard – my closet was dreadfully full but now, on that road to feeling free-er, I just made a new deal with myself – this could be a much bigger challenge. Now, for every single thing I purchase – I have to rid my home, garage, yard, or car of something. Yet, buy one, lose one can’t become an excuse for careless consuming, it has to be more of ‘I have too many things surrounding me, and if I believe I need something else – ie. a book for winter reading, a snow shovel that isn’t annoyingly bent, a colourful (hopeful) spring table cloth, a basket for the growing collection of granddaughter toys … I need to give something up. If there is nothing to let go of – there is nothing to gain, sort of thing.
My dear grandmother was a bit of a hoarder – having raised her family through the depression when people darned socks instead of discarding them, and sewed clothes from flour sacks (seriously). When she passed away we would marvel at what she had kept, and then my mother would say, of course she kept that – she kept everything. Her saving grace was that she didn’t buy a lot. She seldom went shopping just to be tantalized, mesmerized even, by a new fancy thing.
I like to have the objects that cheer, inspire or comfort me near by. But I can’t stand clutter. When I was raising four kids in this house – kids who might be on a total of six sports teams, working on x number of ridiculous dioramas for school, building their own collections of fairies, celebrity paper dolls, heart shaped rocks, animal bones (they thought dinosaur carnage – most likely cow’s), or snowboard parts – back then, I was a sucker for every de-cluttering book that came down the pike.
So awhile back as they were all in stages of leaving home I took up a ‘get rid of one hundred item’ challenge. I kinda have an aversion to throwing things away. I’ve made solo trips to the well managed local dump but I can never help thinking, as I toss my broken junk into the seagull filled pit, that maybe someone, somehow could use this or that. So I mostly take it to the Society for Women In Need, even though I’m pretty sure that as I drive away (rip out of their parking lot so as not to be recognized) the staff are cursing my back, demanding to know which women in need could possibly need my junk.
The first twenty-five of the hundred was easy-peasy – clothes that never fit, linens without destinations, other kids lost articles. The second twenty-five went slower, shoes I wanted to wear but never wore, useless kitchen gadgets, smelly lotions, soaps, and bubble baths that were never opened. I picked up speed again after a few calls to the kids asking permission to ditch the floppy frayed stuffies – agreeing to keep a certain large teddy, a ratty twisted tail cat, and Bunny Ding Dong (I never would have tossed Bunny Ding Dong).
I flipped though my library of de-cluttering Zen books and gave myself permission, as instructed, to give away gifts that just never hit the mark. “If you thanked the gift giver and felt appreciation for the gift – you don’t have to keep it.” I think I hit my stride at around sixty items packed into boxes and bags or handed to friends. Two of my neighbours started their own one- hundred item cull as I reached eighty, and then ninety items, and pontificated over how exhilarating it felt to look around my living room and say – hey, I don’t even like that vase collecting dust on that high shelf, and pull it down along with the stupid angel ornament.
That was two years ago – today I start – You-can’t-bring-anything- in-without – bringing- something-out. With some zany misplace enthusiasm I got groceries yesterday and thought – does this count? If I buy two tomatoes, sure I can compost those two potatoes with the long eyes growing out of the bag. The peanut butter is to replace empty peanut butter, and the dish soap likewise. Slow down, I told my hyped-up self, looking at the three bags of groceries on the floor. Clear up the pantry for the food bank – like, hungry people want my unopened anchovy paste – but stick with the original plan. Groceries don’t count. Hubby might wonder what’s happening, if you become a crazy extremist de-clutter-er.
But if I really needed a new rug for that spot beside the bed – something has to go. And if I buy those flower pots at Ikea to put some sunny-wishing-for- spring flowers in, what will they usurp? The goal is to never own more objects then the ones I have accumulated already. Luckily, hubby isn’t much of a shopper – except for an occasional foray into Costco to buy a container of juice that won’t fit in the fridge and mustard for one thousand hot dogs.
4 thoughts on “Challenge – To Buy a Thing (anything) I Must Get Rid of a Thing”
Your idea is of course brilliant. If only I had given up my pack rat tendencies 20 years ago. However God and the universe have a way of showing us what we can’t seem to learn ourselves. Maybe I should write my own blog; “Things we lost in the flood!”
You should write it. I’d read it, for sure.
I usually have that ‘why did I get rid of all that’ when I want to paint something – and have no painting clothes. I bought my husband a valentine’s day thermos for the boat and put the onion soup bowl in the give away bag – will I make onion soup and miss the bowl? But, I never make onion soup.
You are an inspiration! I should have consulted with you as I prepared our house to be sold and for us to down-size from a 4-bedroom house to a 2-bedroom apartment. My son is still recovering from the 25 separate trips I made him take to Goodwill. I hope you have found, as I did, that it isn’t that hard to part with “things” once you get in the groove. It was a free-ing experience for me, despite the fact that I’ve said about 30 times since the move, “I wish I hadn’t gotten rid of that.” I wish you all the best with more recent endeavor – I have a sense you’ll do great at the challenge! (And I cracked up about the mustard – my husband does the same thing!)
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