I may of mentioned once or twice that I have a little bit of a clothes habit. When I say habit there was a stage when the Asos delivery driver recognised me in Tesco one evening … by name. That was at the height of my habit and I can thankfully say (From my bank balances point of view at the least) I have improved. The amount of clothes I hoard … well that hasn’t! I currently operate from three wardrobes alongside a large suitcase and three bags stuffed with clothes tucked in the loft (Just in case).
Sounding excessive? Well I’m afraid to announce my clothes habit is nothing next to my tat habit.
I love tat, there we go I said it, be that tiny wind up penguins that jump over a skipping rope (I found three whilst sorting the loft out last weekend), candles shaped like flamingos (they are pretty special best buy a box of them … I did), don’t even get me started on my love for salt and pepper pots (ones shaped like a police man and woman no problem, ones shaped like tractors got those, frogs, squirrels, life guards, Christmas puddings … the lot), and lets not forget the pretty boxes I buy to store the tat in.
It appears to be somewhat of a never ending pursuit for me, moving into a lovely three bedroom house was great … it gave me even more space to expand my tat museum.
As a result of this, the first question a lot of my friends have for me is ‘What on Earth will you do with all your things?’ this is usually the point where my brain crumbles into pure panic and my arms gently hug my knees as I rock back and forth. But with only a few weeks to go until our house tenancy is up, it was time to get serious and sort my life out.
To be completely straight I am quite enjoying the way Fantine is lovingly forcing me to confront my problem and get a handle on it, and I have been gleefully boxing up my things ready to donate to the charity shop.
What’s more James and I have managed to secure a small amount of storage, right by his work for easy access. A new home for the tat I can’t bring myself to let go of just yet, and his ridiculous mountain of racing gear (It’s not just me!).
I’ve set about creating an incredible storage solution, with detailed list of box contents (all hail the organisation queen), so as we can easily locate what we need. I mean the beautiful champagne flutes that only get used once every few months don’t need to be taking up vital kitchen space, they can live in storage and be brought to the boat when we need them. Leaving more space for the bottles of fizz (glasses are so last year).
So now when I am asked the awful what will you do with all your things question, the answer is no where near as traumatic. We have a plan, I can keep a bit of tat and maybe one suitcase of other clothes (God bless vacuum storage bags!), and life feels all the more sorted, even without the skipping penguins, array of salt and pepper pots and flamingo candles at my finger tips!
Kirsty (The organisation Queen)