I have been redoing the house since putting the Christmas decorations away. Unfortunately, I am one of those people who does ten things at once, it drives my husband crazy. I have been emptying and moving cupboards and pine trunks and have made a discovery about myself. I love stuff but when is enough, enough.
Although I do go through my decorating magazines there are some I just cannot part with. I have my Country Living and Country Homes ( which is no longer published, darn) from the 80's. Is this wrong?
I have way too many sweaters that one person should have. I went through a phase.
Inside of the trunks, which I do not always look in, I found all of the stuff I put away when I find new treasures in antique shops.
I just cannot seem to go past a teacup, coffee mug or teapot that looks interesting without buying it. I buy a lot in thrift shops so we aren't talking money just a little obsession.
Then there are my books. I adore books. Design, cooking, biographies, novels I could go on and on. I have a large book shelf my husband built which is bursting. I have piles on the trunks and in the studio. How could this be a bad thing?
Well, my eyes have been opened. I have loaded a lot up to go to the charity shop tomorrow then I can finish my decorating. I have a new rule. Anything that comes in something has to go out. That does not mean my books. I love my books and they are something I do go back to over and over again.