Category: De cluttering

Project 333 and me – time to go shopping

Shopping for clothes

I went shopping for clothes. I hate shopping for clothes. I don’t buy fashion magazines, so I have no idea what is ‘in’ and what is ‘out’ and frankly I don’t care.

After a year (2017) of not buying clothes it had come to a point where I needed some new clothes. Just so you know I don’t plan to go on a shopping spree by any means in 2018. Instead I will buy only what I need to replace what has worn out. Yes I do have holes in my clothes. No I don’t darn. I struggle to thread a needle. Perhaps we need a Trade School on Make Do and Mend?

What is fashion?

I don’t have a clue. I know what I like and what my style is (casual, bold colour and verging on hippy dippy). I am also not a size zero (I am fat) and being somewhat apple shaped wearing anything with a waist is tricky. If trousers fit me around the middle they flap around my hips. This year I will be 59. My nan at my age had grey hair, wore crimplene dresses and sensible shoes. I am with her on the sensible shoes. But instead of beige leather lace ups they are gaudy Skechers.

I decided that if I stuck to three big chains I would be on a safe bet. House of Fraser, Debenhams and trusty Marks and Spencer because where else does one buy ones undies? Yes they had holes in them too.

The Interview Dress

As I am job hunting and anticipating interviews I was also on the look out for something that was suitable for an interview. A bit more grown up, more Monica than Phoebe. But not Rachel. More Penny than Amy. Anyway, enough of the Friends and Big Bang characters, and more about me.

My style. I am not a suited and booted person and not seeking a corporate job. And while jeans were fine in my old job I still wore a dress for the interview. So not a slick suit (I am an apple so suits are a definite no) and no jeans. A dress, not too short, smart but not too dull. No low neckline. Not frumpy WI style, not mutton dressed as lamb. Not a Patsy nor an Edina. Basically a big ask.

Again, by sticking to the big three shops, I thought I could nail it. And I did. In the first shop. And in the sale. Marked down to £20 from £60. In. The. Bag. My own bag because you know, Refuse, Reduce, Reuse, Recycle. 

It is made by Great Plains of London which is not a label I had heard of before. It drapes over my lumps and bumps and is suitably conservative for interviews, but not frumpy. I can wear boots with it and flat shoes. Boom! First shop and I am on a roll.

Fun clothes

The boring bit out of the way, now to find clothes for every day. As I am my mother’s daughter, I head to the East concession in House of Fraser. Mom wore bright linens and cottons in her eighties. No frumpy clothes for her and none for me either. East had a big reductions on old stock and 30% off all new season clothes. The third week of January is clearly the time to go shopping for clothes. Retailers have sale clothes marked down to silly prices and new season offers to get people spending again post Christmas.

The Linen Vest

I try on a few linen tops in the sale and love one but, get this, the XL is too big for me. And that is why I never take much notice of the size on the label. I am a tad disappointed as I love the linen and the bright blue azure colours and it would be great for travelling. I think it would be tricky to alter (I don’t sew remember) and leave it on the rail. I do however get the ink linen vest. I know that the CPW will be a low ratio (already worn it three times).

The Ski Pants

I am not going skiing but ski pants are what I bought. I used to have trousers like this as a small child when they were called trews and again as a skinny yummy mummy in the 80’s – I got them at Next, when I still liked their clothes. I like the ski pants, they are smarter than jeans and not as formal/boring as other trousers. They passed many of my trouser tests: high waist, stretchy, suit my apple shape as they fit the bum and tum. But are they frumpy?

As I debate the frumpiness versus comfort arguments in my head, a 40 something woman shopping with her 70 something mother approaches the same ski pants and declares this is just what she is looking for. For her, not her mom. She is wearing a funky coat and bright coloured tights and is definitely not frumpy.

I explained my dilemma. She deemed them not frumpy and perfect to wear with ankle boots because they had a stirrup and would not ride up over the boots. Her mom was not convinced of the material (she too must have had a crimplene clad granny) but funky 40 something did not agree. They are textured black stretchy fabric and also came in black and white dogtooth a retro fifties style, which I thought was Going Too Far for me. Anyway, in the bag at £25.

The tunics

I liked these so much I bought two in different colours. Debenhams, Mantaray label. I have had clothes from this brand before. And affordable at £30 each. I know that I will live in them, and they go with the ski pants and jeans. In the bag.

What I did not buy

Seriously, who would? I shared these photos on Facebook and the conclusion that they were what you would wear to a WI meeting. Yet this is a fashion label I associate with young women. Perhaps they all want to join the WI.

Perhaps this is the new trend. Be your granny. After all the bright young things are all colouring their hair grey (cool apparently). Let me tell you this, I may know nothing about fashion but I am not going to embrace the grey or be seen in clothes like this. If sixty is the new hippy then thirty must be the new frumpy. Look for these clothes on the bargain rail soon because no one will be be buying them. Will they?

What I spent

In all I spent £148.50 as I added new undies costing £12 to the basket at M&S. Because it was sale time I saved £53.50 at House of Fraser. I have a new capsule wardrobe that will last me a couple of years. I could do with some smart flat shoes to wear with dresses but that is all I am looking for now. I may add a couple of dresses to the mix if I get the job. If I don’t I won’t. There is nothing else I need. These key items together with the rest of my clothes are enough.

The Project 333 bit

It is a new year and time to pick my 33 key items in my capsule wardrobe. Some current items will be retired and the new items will replace them. I started Project 333 a couple of years ago. I have a colour palette that I am happy with but after a year of not buying clothes and wearing the same things, I needed to introduce some new key items. Everything I bought matches my jewellery and other all my other clothes.

I will be packing away the clothes I won’t be wearing this season and basing what I wear on the five items I bought. As I mentioned above, if I get a proper job I may add to them. As my current wardrobe veers to the casual side of smart casual I may need to. I have found a new label I like and think that is where I will go to for the smarter work wear.

Could you manage with just 33 items of clothes per season? And what do you spend on clothes each year? This was a big spend for me and a day shopping was retail overload for me. It is not something I plan on doing again for some time.

 

 

 

 

 

Refuse, reduce, reuse, recycle, rot – the 5 R’s of going green

The 5 R’s of going green

It is not longer good enough to buy plastic and feel ok because you recycle it. It is time to refuse, reduce and reuse first. What can you do to influence the producers out there that they have to change? I for one will be changing my shopping habits in 2018. And you can too.

Reduce plastic use

Refuse

Single Use Plastic

Enough with the veg packed in plastic bags. And the plastic straws. Cotton buds. Ketchup in plastic sachets. This will be the year that I refuse them.

If I had a green grocer that I could walk to, I would go there. When you are aiming to spend less on food and eat healthy, veg is the place to start. Today I bought 1kg sprouts, 1kg carrots and some broccoli in Aldi for 19p each and all wrapped in plastic. My local butcher sells loose veg but can’t compete with those prices. These veg are part of their Super Six offer and with 4 days to go before Christmas they are traditional veg for for Christmas dinner. Supermarkets have buying power so can keep the prices low. Perhaps I need to unpack the veg in plastic bags in Aldi? If they had to pay for all that extra waste, would they change their policy? FFS cucumbers everywhere are seal wrapped in plastic now. If anyone knows where I can get a naked cucumber let me know.

And now I find that some teabags use plastic in the manufacturing process. Going forward it will be plastic free brands or loose tea for me. At the time of writing it seems that Teapigs are plastic free as their tea temples are made from cornstarch not nylon. Brewing fresh tea from loose leaves is another way to embrace slow living. Something many of us could embrace.

Reduce

When it a friend pointed out to me that the cheap vegetable oil in Aldi was in fact rapeseed oil and half the price of their cold pressed Rapeseed Oil, it made financial sense to buy the cheaper one. Except the cheap one is in plastic bottles whilst the more expensive one is in glass. Another dilemma. Plastic bottle or glass bottle? The plastic is so poor quality it cannot be reused so it will be back to the glass I think – then I can reuse it.

I have already changed my brand of toilet paper to Who Gives a Crap? delivered to my door and not wrapped in plastic.

I am going to stop using cafes that use these:

  • ketchup (and all condiments) in sachets
  • sugar in packets
  • plastic straws (use paper or better still bamboo or stainless steel ones)
  • single use cups (sell a refillable cup)
  • plastic cutlery
  • teabags with plastic in them

I will ask them before ordering and if they don’t meet my criteria, I will leave. Shrug they may, but I stay true to myself.

Reuse (and refill)

Hopefully, soon, there will be a zero waste store, The Clean Kilo, in Birmingham. Then I can take my bottles and jars and fill them there. I am currently saving jars and bottles for this. What they will sell is still to be revealed but I ah hoping that I can fill up my washing detergent and shampoo too. I have stopped all household cleaning items coming into the house and just use washing up liquid and elbow grease. I am keeping the plastic containers they come in to refill.

The paper wrapping my loo roll comes in gets reused too. I don’t use paper towels in the house now, and use this instead. I have not yet used for it wrapping paper but I think I may do soon. I have used it to line bins as I am aiming to stop buying plastic bin liners. I use the inner roll as kindling for my log burner and fire.

I now have my milk delivered and it is in a bottle. That gets reused. Yes I pay more than supermarket milk, but I am happy to do so. I use less milk and I know (hope) that the farmer is getting a fair price for it. Supermarkets drive the price of milk down. And I think that when food is cheap we don’t appreciate it. Watch how people throw food into the trolley at the supermarket and how much they buy. How much of it will be thrown away? In 2015 £13 billion of food was thrown away. If we had to pay more, would we buy with care, take more care of it, and waste less?

As a volunteer at a foodbank your may think I would be saying food should be cheaper – but I don’t think that is the solution for those facing food poverty. We don’t need cheaper food. We need to ensure that people have enough money to buy food and the skills to cook it. Supermarkets ‘reward’ those that can afford to buy in bulk. If you are on a limited income you cannot buy the multipacks.

Recycle (the almost last resort)

I got very smug when my recycling was full – look at me I am so good recycling my stuff. But in reality this is still an expensive way to process the waste that can be reused. Glass jars and bottles could be kept and used in a zero waste store. Plastic can be upcycled to some extent but it never really goes away. It is better to refuse it.

I am old enough to remember when you took the pop bottles back to the shop and got your deposit back. Every Sunday my Aunt would send me to the ‘outdoor’ with her bottles and I got to keep the deposit. Mason’s Pop used to deliver pop to the door, and while I am not saying that getting fizzy drinks delivered is a good thing, the bottles all got reused rather than recycled. One year when stranded on a beach campsite in Athens due to a bank strike, my friend and I collected all the bottles from the beach and used to deposits we got back to buy food for a day. And cleaned the beach up too.

I don’t know what happens to my recycling. I put it in a bin and I have done my bit. I do know that it is a big bucks industry now. Take those coffee pods that are so popular now. The company who makes them (Nestle) got a lot of stick for them contributing to land fill. And suddenly specialist ‘difficult to recycle‘ companies have sprung up. Call my cynical but Nespresso, a subsidiary of Nestle, have established a recycling scheme for these pods. Create a problem and then come up with a solution. When the real solution is to not have them in the first place.

Rot

Use the compost bin. I am lucky to have a food waste composting service provided by my local authority. I dutifully put all food waste in my little bin under the sink and it gets collected every week. Again, once it leaves my house I have no idea what they do with my food waste. I just feel smug about doing my bit. And yet, food waste is still waste. How much of it could be prevented. Mine is mostly vegetable peelings. Occasionally mouldy or stale bread and sometimes a chicken carcass.

And yet my grandmother would not have had any of this. She would have reused most of it. Stale bread would become a pudding, a carcass a stock for soup together with the peelings. When I had chickens most of my peelings would be added to their food. I have started to make a weekly stock with the peelings and carcass and freezing it in small portions.

Earlier this week, having a cold ridden son out law in the house, who is allergic to both dairy and wheat, I offered to make some soup. Then I read the labels of the various stock cubes I had in the store cupboard. All of them had one or both of these ingredients in them. Fortunately I recalled I had frozen some home made stock, and in less than 30 minutes I produced a carrot soup without additives. That made me feel so much better about choosing to reuse, rather than rot. And at a fraction of the cost to my purse and the environment than buying soup in a plastic carton from the supermarket.

It is your planet

This photo of a seahorse, with a cotton bud, went viral earlier this year. We are polluting our planet because we don’t think about where our waste goes. Plastic is slowly killing our planet. The sea is full of it. The wonderful documentary Blue Planet highlighted this. We put it in the bin and forget about it. It needs to stop.

And if I can do this, then so can you. It is your choice. Your planet. You decide.

For more information about how you can make a difference, here are some links to help you on your way.

Zero Waste Life

Treading My Own Path

 

A year of not buying clothes – how did I do?

Not buying clothes

Could you go a whole year and not buy any clothes? That is what I set out to do at the beginning of 2017. It was prompted by reading a friend’s blog on Fast Fashion, the exploitation of workers in the rag trade and the amount of clothes going to landfill So how did I do?

I already have a pared down wardrobe having adopted Project 333 a couple of years ago. My husband and I share a small closet. It has a three foot rail for the clothes we hang. We have four under the bed drawers, one each for clothes we fold konmari style, a third for spare bed linen and the other for holiday packing. And that is it. So, not many clothes in this household.

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The results

I bought no clothes at all for the first six months of 2017.

And then…..

July

A dress from Toast online. £26.99.

I bought it for two wrong reasons. Wrong reason number one; it was on sale at less than half price. The rule for sale items is to ask yourself ‘would I buy this if it was full price?’ If no, then don’t buy it. Wrong reason number two; ask yourself this, ‘will it be good value; what will be the cost per wear (CPW)?’

More on the CPW formula later.

August

Tee shirt, limited edition designed by a friend. £20

I now have two tee shirts in my wardrobe.

Comfortable and very dull bra. £9.99

Bought because I hurt my ribs in a fall.

September

Running socks from Aldi. £3.99

Bought because the trainer socks I have slip down and are uncomfortable and five of the seven pairs of everyday socks I have now have holes in them. I was on a get fit mission so that is how I justified this purchase.

Workout outfit from Primark. £16.00

I had started Pilates and yoga classes (part of the get fit mission) and had no workout gear. Possibly the worst purchase made if I was serious about not buying Fast Fashion. I did look at other brands but as they were all made in the same country and possibly the same factory, does paying more for some lycra leggings and a top make a difference to the person working in that factory? I don’t know. Probably not.

October

Fake Sketcher shoes £9.99

My others had worn out. I was off to Rhodes and wanted light shoes for wearing with jeans. Again a poor Fast Fashion choice.

November

Real Sketchers from TK Maxx £40.00

Because the fake ones were clearly not enough…. but they are rather lovely and sooo comfortable.

December

Long sleeve summery dress via Amazon £14.99

Dressy flat sandals via Amazon £14.99

Cosy fleece leggings from Aldi £5.99

Jeans – charity shop £3.99

The dress and sandals were bought  because I was going to Marrakech and wanted a long sleeve dress for modesty reason and sandals that would go with more dressy clothes. Before this purchase I only had one dressy dress and that is ten years old. My dressy sandals, also 10 years old, had been donated as they were heeled wedges and I cannot walk in any heels now.

The leggings because it was cold. We had ice and snow. The jeans are identical to my only other pair that I live in, and they fit me.

Could I have avoiding buying any of these clothes?

Yes. As you can see I have justified every purchase. Because that is what we do to convince ourselves we need it. Turn a want into a need.

I don’t like the Toast dress that much. I fell for the ‘on sale’ marketing ploy.

The tee-shirt is useful but I did not need one.

The workout gear, I have leggings and a tee-shirt. While the leggings have seen better days and yup I have only one tee-shirt, and that is enough.

The socks, I have socks. Not many since the sock cull, but I have socks.

The bra – all women need a comfy bra. We do. I hate it. It is so mumsy and practical but after the fall and not being able to move around much nor dress myself for a few days, much needed at the time. Now lingering unloved.

Shoes and sandals – I have practical walking sandals but none that went with dressy dresses, and all other pretty but impractical ones had been donated. the comfy Sketchers go with jeans, dresses and shorts and are great for city walking. But I could have managed without all of the shoes. Because I had shoes and sandals that were just fine.

The summer dress. I had only one posh frock to wear to dinner or weddings, it was 10 years old. The one I got was more casual and appropriate for a holiday in Marrakech as it covered my arms. I think it will pass the CPW (see below) test.

The jeans and fleece lined leggings will get a lot of wear as these are staple items of my Project 333 capsule wardrobe. The jeans were from a charity shop so my Fast Fashion guilt was eased. The leggings are warm and my rule is to rug up and layer up before turning the heating up. I am happy with that purchase too.

Cost per wear

The CPW ratio is something that I use all the time to decide whether a clothing item is worth buying.

The formula is cost of item/times worn. Say you buy a cheap top For £10 on Saturday for a party and only ever wear it once, the CPW is £10.Iif you buy a swanky dress for a wedding and only wear it once the CPW is high. I paid £60 for my ten year old posh frock and I wear it about five times a year. It packs well so it comes on holiday with me almost always, and if I go out for dinner somewhere dressy, I wear it. CPW therefore is 60/50 =£1.20. If I had worn it only for the wedding the CPW would be £60. When I bought it is was high fashion and now ten years later it is ‘vintage’. And I never see anyone else wearing it.

The jeans I got for £3.99. The CPW is 79p and I have only had them a week.

That dress I got for Marrakech. CPW of £2.99 in one month.

How much did I spend?

Total expenditure on clothes in 2017 £166.92.

The equivalent of £3.21 a week. I could have spent less.

How to avoid buying things you don’t need

Don’t go shopping. It is not a pastime or hobby. It is not entertainment. Most of us shop and buy to self soothe. Had a crap week at work, go shopping. Just got paid, go shopping. You work hard, you deserve to get something new.

Manipulative marketing

The shops lure you in with offers and sales and the magazines tell you what THE must have look is this season. And it is all a great big marketing con to part you from your cash. By not having the latest fashion you must be out dated. They want you to feel bad about yourself, to have low self esteem. Then you will spend money to soothe yourself.

Understand how shops and online retailers up sell to make you spend more. A dress will be accesorised with a scarf and shoes in the hope you will buy all three, when you just went for dress. Online, you will be told that other people who bought this bag also got the matching purse. Look for it next time you shop or browse.

And do you notice if you have been browsing in an online store, you start getting ads for that item on everything you look at on the internet? Google is clever. It knows where you have been looking. All designed to make you click and buy.

Block the ads

On line, in the magazines and on the TV. I no longer have mainstream TV so never see TV advertising. I don’t buy magazines so I don’t know what is fashionable and what is not. And I now block ads on social media as much as I can. If I had done it earlier I would have saved myself some money by not buying that Toast dress I hate.

Pause buying

If you see clothes in a shop, don’t try them on, wait a week and then see if you want to go back and buy it. Is it worth the journey?

If you like to buy online, put it in the online basket and wait a week

Is there a downside to not buying many clothes?

For someone with an already small wardrobe, yes. I have holes in my socks (perhaps I need to learn to darn) and one pair of my leggings are very worn. But I have managed. And socks are on the Christmas list.

Also, I did notice that in the first half of the year, while not buying clothes, I bought lots of other stuff. It was almost if I were addicted to buying. And we are, many of us, addicted to buying. We get a rush as we click and buy and get the parcel the next day. Or hand over our cash in the shop and get a shiny carrier bag of goodies. And yet. This adrenaline rush lasts seconds. Do you have clothes you have never worn. Bought things you never use? Stashed them so no one knows?

What I was buying was things for the house, shiny Joseph Joseph kitchen things for my new kitchen. Because a basic wooden spoon is not adequate to stir a sauce.I also bought  travel must haves, like a flat wash bag and an RFID blocking passport holder. Because in 45 years of travelling these are what have been missing from my life.

I stopped clicking.

And still did not buy clothes. I think in the past 12 months I have been to my local city, Birmingham, four times. When I visited Winchester, Chester and Ludlow, places that have some of my favourite clothing retailers, I went to look at the clothes. I may have stroked some. I did not try anything on. And I left empty handed. I knew I had to avoid the shops as this could weaken my resolve. So I did.

Why did I not stick to the not buying plan?

The guilt of the first purchase was overwhelming. I hid the dress. Classic clothes hoarder behaviour.

And then I found reasons to need items, the workout clothes and the dress and shoes. My latest purchase, the jeans, I think I would have bought them at any point in the year, because they were not new, and the cost per wear ratio was good.

What next?

The not buying clothes was not a New Year’s Resolution. Because I don’t make them. It was to see if I could, a personal challenge. And a response to the environmental and political issues of Fast Fashion.

What I have learned, by examining what I did buy and why, was that I can do without. I bought because I could. The cost per wear ratio has to be my guide. There are some clothes I am wearing that are ready for the rag bag. I have also seen the gaps in my capsule wardrobe. If and when I buy it will be to fill them.

Next year my challenge will be to reduce my use of plastic and reduce the waste in my home – food waste, trash and reduce what I recycle. Recycling needs to come last after refuse and reuse. I need to work on that.

Because while this is a personal challenge, I do it because I care about my planet. We have become a disposable society. And I think it needs to stop.

Could you change the way you shop? What did you spend on clothes last year? Do you even know?

 

English summer, why Brits can’t make coffee, good reads and no quick fixes

The English summer

It is August. In England. It is raining and cold enough for the central heating to have kicked in.

This time last year I was in Melbourne, their winter, weather about the same. But that was Melbourne and that makes everything better.

Housesitting

I am house sitting and dog sitting in the countryside in the UK. There are similarities between the last two years house and dog sitting in Melbourne and this house and dog sit. The dogs are delighted to have company, love cuddles and a lot of fuss, and while they can be left for a few hours (which is rarely), greet us like long lost friends on our return.

The Melbourne houses were beautiful, in lovely suburbs. The house in England is luxurious, very quiet, and comfortable. There is a cleaner, a handy man and a gardener. And yet – I would rather be in Melbourne.

I miss the rattle of the tram at the end of the street. I miss the Greek food. I miss Melbourne.

Melbourne versus the Worcestershire Countryside

I miss the coffee, the burgers, the graffiti and going for brunch and knowing that the eggs will always be perfectly poached and the coffee good. Don’t waste your breath and tell me that poached eggs, barista made coffee and smashed avo are increasingly available in England. Tell me, can you ever add the prefix ‘good’ in front of these menu items in England? Quite frankly, all a bit hit and miss and frequently a disappointment. In so much now that I have but all but given up on brunch in England and opt for a bacon sarnie and a cup of tea instead. That we, us Brits, can do.

Take for example the ‘barista made coffee’. Somewhere along the line cafes in the UK have started buying in expensive coffee machines  –  in the mistaken belief that they by owning one they can miraculously make good coffee.

The same cafes have added poached eggs to the menu while having no idea how to cook them and smother them with shop bought hollandaise to disguise the poorly poached egg. A £1000 coffee machine does not make the operator a barista. It is a practiced skill. And yes I like pretty pictures on my coffee. I do.

If you can’t make good coffee or serve perfect poached eggs, don’t put them on the menu. Just don’t. And smash the avo please because sliced avo is nasty and slimy and the reason why I never ate in the UK before I became ever so slightly addicted to it in Melbourne.

I put all this whinging pom behaviour down to the summertime blues. Seriously, August, rain, confined to barracks and I am wearing a fleecy for goodness sake.

I am a city girl

Yet the countryside here is beautiful and green (the rain). There are canal walks and good pubs with excellent food. There is an Arboretum a few minutes away. Cities with cathedrals and Tudor buildings. The Commandery in Worcester is a few miles away and there are heaps of old buildings and gardens managed by The National Trust within driving distance. It is lovely here. My sleep is uninterrupted by light pollution, the traffic noise is minimal. The Severn Valley Railway is close by as is Bewdley and the River Severn. I need to get out more. And stop whinging.

Filling the time

The upside is that I am reading my fifth book – the downside is that I am isolated as it is 30 minutes brisk walk to the village that has one shop and one pub. My husband is at work four days a week so for 9 hours a day it is me, the dogs and the 3 acres of woodland and some rabbits.

For five weeks. Week Three. I am bored now. I had great plans – one was to start running – couch to 5k – but then I had a fall and that came to a standstill. The other was to finally treating my blog seriously, move hosts, increase SEO. That did not go well. Post fall injuries make sitting at a desk for more that 30 minutes painful. I have too many photos stored that I have not edited properly. I almost threw in the towel.

And in the end I wonder if I care that much. Do I want to be that person who has adverts on her blog to make some money? I am not sure that I do.

The book

What about the book I keep saying I will write? What about? The reality of decluttering? Will people be interested in a book to tell them that actually you can’t do it in 7 days and your house won’t be sparking joy in 5 days? No – the hoarders all want a quick fix and when it doesn’t work – whatever method they choose, Kon Mari or Peter Walsh – and they ‘fail’ they say that that method is crap and move on to the next one. Of course they do – have you seen how many self help books there are on decluttering? If they worked there would only be one book needed. Instead there are hundreds and all give conflicting advice.

Don’t follow decluttering groups on social media

I do because I thought I wanted to write the book about decluttering. Seriously the people who whine about their kids rooms and the Lego depress me. They are the people that bought all that bloody Lego. ‘My children have seven pairs of shoes and five pairs of jeans and twenty thousand t shirts’. They do? Who bought them? A mother despairs and says ‘I tell them to tidy their room’ yet they themselves don’t have the energy to do more than watch re runs of Hoarders and shop for storage containers on ebay. “Lol.” The child can’t get in the room because the Lego covers the floor.

Honestly if I write the book I will call it ‘first get off the sofa and stop whining’. Chapter One ‘turn off the TV’. Chapter 2 ‘Turn off Facebook’. Chapter 3 ‘If they can use a mobile phone they can use a washing machine’. I may have my outline now.

Some have got it tough – ill health, unemployment, family break ups –  and there is great support in many of the groups. And that is good.  But it is nearly all women who pick up constantly after kids and husbands and think that this is OK or whine about it.  It is not OK. Which is why decluttering and the process is personal to each of us – we cannot give advice. Just do it for ourselves. Offer support and empathy but not advice. And stop buying the Lego.

Be yourself

The vicious cycle of depression

Hoarding is a mental health issue. Like depression you cannot snap out of it. Indeed, anxiety, depression and hoarding is often part of the same vicious cycle. But please don’t project your issues onto your kids. And quit asking how many towels a family needs, justifying why a crafter needs 7 million bales of material, and buying more plastic storage to keep the beanie babies because you know you will never make that quilt and one towel each is enough and Beanie Babies will not be your pension fund. And then I remember how many towels I had. And I still have those Nat West Piggies and ‘vintage’ teddy bears.

Diets work, people don’t

Like diets – join WW and lose 7lb in the first month or your money back. And most people do lose 7 lb then by month two or three they plateau or gain and say it’s crap. As a former helper at WW I heard all this. “I stuck to it. It doesn’t work”. In reality we all know they have a stash of chocolate in the car and choose that over a salad.

Three months later they are a stone heavier and join Slimming World and lose weight and after 6 months get disillusioned as their once size 18 body is now size 14 and they wanted to be a size 8 by now so the diet is crap and they leave. They put on weight and in 6 months are on the next fad diet.

If I wrote a diet book called ‘Losing Weight isn’t Easy’ would it sell? Because no one want the unpalatable truth that is you have to work at stuff. Paying £5 a week to be weighed won’t make you thin. Eating healthily will improve your health, exercise will make you fitter and  improve your well being. You know this.

Gaining back control

When I announced my couch to 5k intentions I had a lot of support from friends and genuine sympathy when a fall the first day put me back on the bench. I also had some people say that the NHS have no business advocating a running plan and should concentrate on making people better. Going for the burn and running through the pain was the only way to gain. Not for me it isn’t. I know my body best.

And as I decided to do this to get some control in my life as other aspects seemed to be out of control and some people offered support there while others told me I had made a big fat mess. Yes a big fat mess of my blog, my attempts to run and therefore everything in my life right now that keep me sane, the temptation to crawl into a hole and hibernate in this autumnal summer was overwhelming.

Instead I read

Bloody good short stories in The Pier Falls by Mark Haddon. Writing that makes you wonder where they find the words. Writing that make me think I can never be a writer if I can’t write like this. I read some not so good books, with the over and unnecessary use of the words really and literally. When did everything have to be really amazing or literally the best thing ever?

Writers like Mark Haddon and Bill Bryson make me feel it is not worth my time picking up a pen and writing ever again. Then I read a poorly concocted tale that gathers four 60 something women in a villa in Italy. Five hundred words about forgetting a passport that add nothing to the plot, a dig at Investment Bankers and a millionaire property developer. Add to the mix a stereotypical young Italian gardener, a husband bonking the intern from Essex and an English bounder art stealing hotelier and some lemons. And I think, yeah, I can can write.

Be the Change

To get something done, to make a change to your life you have to make a change in how you live. Losing weight isn’t difficult. I have done it before, half a dozen times. What is difficult is committing to the things you need to do to lose weight. And you know you did not put on those pounds overnight so why do you think a diet that promises losing a dress size in a week will work?

I spent my teenage years (skinny teenage years) watching my mom on one diet after another, putting vile artificial sweeteners in her tea, PLJ in her hot water then eating a whole loaf of bread, butter and cheese in one sitting. Or going to the carvery and having all of the meat, three types of potato, followed up with a Black Forest Gateaux.

At 15 I was adding sweeteners to my tea, eating baked beans out of a tin (the baked bean diet was a thing) as I thought I was fat. I wasn’t. I was 8 stone (51kg). It was just that did not fit into clothes made for the typical English figure with curves. Only mens trousers fitted me. Thank goodness for Levis.

At 18 I lived on cottage cheese and bran flakes. I was a student and still a beanpole. I cycled or walked everywhere which offset the beer.

At age 25 at full term with my first born I was 61 kg. I was not fat. I got fat. Only I have the tools to reverse this. No one else.

So where did all the stuff come from?

In my teenage years and life as a student I could pack up my belongings in a couple of bags. I did use a van to move to London – I had a moped by then, a few more books and possibly two pairs of shoes. How did I go from this to a 6 bed house full of stuff? Because those magazines sold me a lifestyle of swags and Roman Blinds and shabby chic and collectables. Like weight, clutter is not something you acquire in a week. It takes years to acquire it so you are not going to lose it in a week. The link between excess stuff and excess weight is there to see for all – almost everyone is hoarding clothes three sizes too small for them. Wish clothes. That mock us all.

Magazines perpetuate the myth of perfection

If you hoard magazines, go look at them now. If you don’t have a backlog to 1985, leaf through them at the newsagents or supermarket. A good 50% of the content will be advertising. You are paying £5 to read adverts.

Every spring there will be a ‘spring clean’ article. Early summer the ‘bikini diet’ – interspersed with chocolate feasts for Easter and the best ever Christmas by Nigella/Delia/Jamie. Next month will the January money makeover. You are broke, of course, because you were told by the same magazine the best gifts to buy for Christmas that cost a fortune and no one needs. Made to feel guilty by a helpful account on why experiences count for more than stuff. The February edition will be the pre spring clean decluttering advice. It will delight in telling you it is ok to donate that expensive unwanted gift. The one you were told to buy for the man in your life.

Sell the family silver as your family won’t want it will appear after last months article on why using the silver for the best table decorations will make your Christmas party sparkle. The digital detox guide will be on the same page as the must have gadgets for this year. Frugal food articles fight for space with sumptuous feasts with impossible to source ingredients.

No wonder we are all confused.

I need a flat white.

 

 

Declutter your closet – a year of not buying any clothes

I decided not to buy any clothes in 2017

Having downsized and decluttered (and still decluttering) the clothes the DH and I have now fit into one small closet and one chest of drawers.

I am doing this for a number of reasons.

  • I don’t need any more clothes. I have enough.
  • My friend Lisa inspired me – fast fashion contributes to landfill, overuse of chemicals and exploitation of workers.
  • I don’t have the space to store more clothes.
  • To live more simply.
  • Too much choice is not good for mental health.
  • My mom hoarded clothes.

I have gone without buying clothes before. When the DH and I were not working we didn’t buy clothes for almost three years. Our priority was caring for our growing children, and to eat and heat.

Even when I returned to work I was so used to not having any money I still didn’t shop. I saved most of my salary as the plan was to go travelling when the contract ended.

Nine years ago I bought my first new clothes in three years

I was invited to a wedding. I bought a complete new outfit, dress, shoes, bag, jewellery and a fascinator. My boss remarked that he had never seen someone so excited about clothes shopping. I explained that I had not had any new clothes for three years so this was not mindless shopping, this was planned shopping and I was enjoying the whole experience. He was genuinely shocked that I had not had new clothes for three years.  Not shoes, not socks not underwear. Nothing.

Shopping is the quick fix

For many the payday weekend spent mindlessly buying more t shirts and tops and shoes that they don’t need is the norm.  A new top for the weekend or an impulse purchase that may never be worn (we all have those right) is a reward for working. Advertisers tell us to treat ourselves so we do. We deserve this, we tell ourselves, as we plunder Primark.

Investment dressing

Nine years later I still have the dress, the jewellery and the shoes I bought for the wedding in 2008. I know it was 2008 because when looking for a dress I knew that I wanted one inspired by the dress Meryl Streep wears to the wedding in Mama Mia. While I don’t wear the outfit every day (not a shopping in Aldi type of outfit) the dress and jewellery are loved and worn regularly. The dress packs well for holidays and when I wear it I still feel good in it. The cost per wear ratio is low. I intend that all my clothes will be an investment and last for many years.

Ditching clothes in Melbourne

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Last year, whilst travelling, I ditched a substantial amount of clothes in Melbourne – donated to an Op Shop. The DH and I had brought too many clothes with us and whilst we needed winter clothes at the beginning of the trip we didn’t for the last part in Queensland and New Zealand. We had also packed the wrong sort of clothes and decided to buy some clothes in Australia. We replaced heavy sweat shirts with puffer jackets that are light and warm which pack down small. Jeans were replaced with travel trousers which have since been also discarded. Because I blame them for The Rash that blighted my NT trip.

Packing light

For 11 days in the NT I lived out of a 40l backpack weighing 8kg. It was enough. Why I packed too many clothes for the trip down under baffles me still. All I need is one pair of linen trousers, one pair of cotton shorts a t shirt and a linen tunic dress. Add one pair of sandals and 1 pair of trainers, swimsuit, travel towel and undies – and that was my 11 day packing list.

Back into the closet

In 2016 and now back in the UK I completely overhauled my wardrobe.  In 2015 I had adopted Project 333. I added some items, donated more to charity and replaced the shoes and jeans I had discarded in Melbourne. We have very limited space for clothes in the small house. One small cupboard and one chest of drawers. I converted to the KonMari art of folding and never looked back.

In 2017 I decided not to buy clothes for a year

It is now month four and I have not bought any clothes. Neither has the DH.

Have I been tempted? Yes I have. First was a cardigan on sale. One similar to my favourite cardigan. Made by an ethical clothing company, Thought. I tried it on, thinking of all the ways I could justify this purchase. Ethical, reduced, fits my colour palette. I did not buy it. It did not feel or look right on me. I put it back on the hanger and walked away.

My other temptation was when in Chester and there were a few shops with clothes I love. White Stuff. Mistral and Fat Face. I looked and touched and walked out of the shop.

I repeated to myself:

I have enough.

I need to check how ethical their clothes are.

Declutter not acquire.

Spending on clothes stopped but spending on other things started

I have noticed that I have been buying more of other stuff instead. Lovely notebooks and pens. Travel accessories.

I have justified them all.

I needed the note books and pen because I want to start a journal in long hand.

I needed the bullet journal and pen because I want to learn how to bullet journal.

I needed the Lamy roller ball pen because despite having inherited some beautiful ink pens (including a Lamy fountain pen) I am messy and ink goes everywhere, but any old biro isn’t good enough for Leuchtturm1917 note books.

I needed the pen loop for the Leuchtturm1917 journals to ensure I did not lose the pen. The pen does not fit the loop.

I needed the Travelon Anti theft bag because my old one was too small and wearing out.

I needed the travel document holder because it has RFID and is better than a poly pocket.

I needed the organisers because cables get mixed up in backpacks.

I needed the labels for the cables because I never know which one is for which gadget.

I needed the flat toilet bags because packing toiletries is a nightmare and these have special compartment for everything.

You see how it is.

And yet

Have I started a journal? No. They are so beautiful I don’t want to spoil their loveliness.

Have I used the pen? Yes and I love it. No one is allowed to borrow it.

Have I attached pen loops? No.

I have used the handbag every day – I can carry all I need, including the new purse I also needed, a book to read, another note book that I use all the time and my diary, plus phone and lippy.

I have used one travel organiser (used all the time) as we keep all cables in there now. The others will be used when we travel. So far we have not labelled the cables.

I have used the toilet bags because they discipline me not to take too much. However for carry on only I may go back to ziplock bags only due to airport security. We will see.

Many of the travel items were recommended by my on line friend of almost 2 years (although I have followed her blog for longer). And they are jolly useful. Because I don’t and she does have affiliate links to these items I am adding a link here. Alyson is chief blogger at World Travel Family. She only recommends things she uses and thinks are good. The blog is worth a read too.

I need to extend the no buy rule

It did strike me that I was buying much more than I usually do.

Why was this?

I had to give some thought to this. After all I write about decluttering, I help others declutter so why was I accumulating?

Because I was depressed.

Because I had Amazon Prime.

You see the list above is not complete

I have also bought:

A wireless doorbell.

Bamboo toothbrushes from Holland and Barrett. And because I got free delivery if I spent £20 I got other stuff too.

Packing cubes from Muji. They were half price. I already have four sets of Ikea packing cubes.

A bed, two mattresses and bed linen from Ikea. Slipped that major purchase in.

A weeks holiday in Cape Verde.

A weekend away in Shropshire.

I realised that I was getting addicted to online shopping. So I stopped. This does not help my mission to declutter.

I was suffering with SAD and the ongoing problems with the house (lots of bills and no progress) and house clearing was making me miserable. So I shopped. And as I hate going to shops, I clicked.

I stopped. And then my hairdryer blew up. I considered doing without but I have long hair and it takes half a day to dry naturally, without sun. I bought a hairdryer.

I have stopped buying now

And now I am getting rid of all my unwanted furniture. It was a choice of paying removalists and storage for furniture that no longer suits my life or selling and giving it away. Today I have sold two sofas, two Turkish rugs, two occasional tables a computer chair and some other random things that were cluttering my life. My neighbour has  vintage desk and bureau. Another neighbour has my vintage breadbin and the other has the workbench. They are doing our garden as payment in kind.

I have moved on

I realised that I was stressed and depressed because I was planning to move and store stuff I don’t want. I lost sight of the plan. This house is an investment and we are renovating it to rent and sell. Not a forever home. I was buying stuff to fill the gap of not travelling. I have to continue to declutter to achieve my goal.

So here is the plan

Don’t buy anymore stuff

Declutter

Finish the house (involves buying things but not stuff)

Rent it out on Air B&B

Use it as a base when in the UK

House sit more

Travel more

Sell the house

Live in a warm country

What do you think of the plan?

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Dedicated to Joy

Joy was the stage name of my mother

Joy

Most people in her later years knew her as Sylv or Sylvia. Looking back, she was much more of a Joy than a Sylvia.

She found joy in so many things.

Travelling far and wide in the last 30 years of her life, she would think nothing of waking up one morning and getting a flight to go and have lunch in Rome.

The opportunity to get in a cage with a baby tiger, in Thailand,  Mom would be fighting to get to the front. I have recently wrote more about these adventures in my Travelling Sylvia posts.

Clothes. She loved her clothes. If she liked something she would often buy one in every colour it came in.

There was no such thing as the one in one out rule for her. Although she did love selling them at boot sales.

One of the last things she asked me to do was to make sure they went to people who would have loved them as much a she did. So this is what I am doing.

Joy was a hoarder

I didn’t realise until I started the painful; process the extent of her hoarding and inability to throw anything away. Love letters from a Greek man she met on her first Shirley Valentine aventure. My careers advice from 1975. A post war petrol ration book. And lots more.

Some clothes have been donated to a permaculture project, where they will be upcycled and sold to raise funding for the project.

Many items have also gone to local charity shops. Twenty large bags so far.

Some I have kept and am wearing those that fit me (she was 4′ 11″ I am 5′ 7″).

I have also given books and other items to good friends who have been so lovely and supportive during the worst weeks of my life.

The Burberry macs (three of them), the Gloverall Duffles (two), dresses and suits made by East, Monsoon, Anouki, Viyella and Country Casuals, jewellery and other bits and bobs I discover, will all be offered via Retro Joy, a virtual pop up, with occasional stalls at various events. I will always give 10% of the proceeds to a charity or other good cause.

Project 333 – changing the way I dress forever

Project 333 and me

  • One of my two core colours for Project 333

Could you live with only 33 items of clothing? Including jewelry and other accessories?As part of my ongoing decluttering journey and forays into minimalism – I discovered Project 333. I was in the process of clearing my closet out. At the time I had no idea that a year later I would be living in a much smaller house with a cupboard for a wardrobe and only one chest of drawers for me and my husband to share.

Good job I got rid of so many clothes then.

The tricks that do not work (but help)

Like many others before me, I had done the ‘turn the coathangers around so if you don’t wear an item you will know’ trick. I then hung all newly laundered on the left so that it was obvious that items on the right never got worn, and then I arranged by colour. And while some of these techniques helped identify what I didn’t wear they didn’t leave the closet, because.

Like someday, because is a dangerous word

Because I may lose weight and they will fit me again.

Because they cost a lot of money.

Because they are beautiful, even if I can’t wear them.

Because it may come in useful.

Because I may need it someday.

Because insert your because here.

Then I discovered Project 333. No way, only 33 items of clothes allowed in 3 months. I can’t do that I thought.

Well, yes I can. The organising by colour had helped, as had the moving of clothes that I wore all the time to the left hand side of the wardrobe. It was obvious that most of the time I only wore two colours.

The Barack Rule – stick to one or two colours

My son had unwittingly, and because he is essentially a minimalist by nature (no idea where he got that trait from), applied the Steve Jobs/Mark Zuckerberg/Barack Obama rules of dressing years ago. He only wears one colour (blue) and has exactly the right amount of clothes to get him through the week. Washes them once a week, and begins again on Monday.

When packing he packs by outfit, ie jeans and top per day/two days, plus socks etc for the amount of days he is away. He only has three pairs of shoes. Until recently he only had one pair of shoes, some trainers. The other two were acquired when he had to wear formal shoes for work and new trainers when he started going to the gym.

I reckon he has 29 items of clothing and that number has increased only due to having started work and not being able to wear jeans there. Let me tell you he has one tie and that comes off the minute he leaves work. Nothing is replaced until it wears out.

Both Phil, my husband, and I had/have too many clothes. The DH gets tempted to buy a shirt every time he goes to Asda. Insomuch that he has identical shirts (see The Barack rule above).

With him I have to insist on the one in two out rule, which makes him think very hard about buying a new shirt. What worked for me was that I looked at the colours I wore, my favourite and most worn jewelry, and got rid of almost everything that did not meet the criteria.

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Some were easier than others. Work clothes, quite formal ones, kept in case I ever got a proper job again (see that is someday creeping in there) were put in the first bags to go to charity. I was never going to get a proper job again. Never would I return to corporate life. This clothes cull was before I interviewed for my last job, which was proper, but not proper in that I needed to be suited and booted nor conform to normal. Goodness, a normal person could not have done my last job. Which is why it suited me and my clothes.

Many of the clothes held very negative memories. Corporate polo and sweatshirts from my PwC days. A job I ended up loathing, a job that made me ill. Why did I keep them? Because I could wear them to do decorating in. Wow, getting rid of them was so good. All the negative energy was gone.

Yet purging my wardrobe was hard. I have made some mistakes. Maybe got rid of things I regret. Kept things I will never wear again. It is a work in progress. And of course Project 333 is not about only having 33 items. It is about choosing 33 per season. And the regrets, well that is where I use the 20/20 rule.

To cope with the smaller closet I put non seasonal clothes in a vacuum bag. However, when I went to Sorrento and Skiathos earlier this year, many of those got culled because I realised I did not need 5 pairs of linen trousers. I kept one pair and bought a new pair (see Buying New Clothes below). The top I loved and was beautiful and cost a lot of money (see the becauses above) was falling apart. Gosh, it was painful throwing it away. Cost per wear though? I reckon it was almost 20 years old. Worn every summer without fail, so £5 per year or about 25p per wear. I have many items that I have had for a number of years and still wear.

As I write, I am wearing the t shirt I got in NZ in 2011 which I wear every week, all year round, and a sweat shirt I got in Cornwall in 2010. Ditto – wear it every week, all year round. They have both seen better days and because I have packed too much (the irony of admitting that in a post about Project 333 is not lost on me) it may not continue to be in my suitcase after September. We will see.

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Buying new clothes

I also bought new clothes once I got on board with Project 333. What? Let me explain. I had a long period of Not Buying It. I didn’t buy a coat or boots, even though the cats had peed on my boots. That was my initial way to cope with the clutter – do not let anything new into the house.

Then I started a new job and although I could wear jeans, my sweat shirt and t really did not cut it at meetings with church leaders, although in the warehouse they did. So in came the tunic dresses and leggings. Once I had leggings I needed boots. I found some new linen trousers that were better quality than the ones I got rid of, that wash and wear better, and look smarter. For every new item at least two old ones have to go. What is good for the goose is also good for the gander. If I expect that from the DH I have to practice it myself.

And the coat I loved and had not cost a lot was falling apart (cost per wear less than a penny). The duffel coat that was my mom’s and was warm that I dragged to a 2015 Melbourne winter, looked tatty and was heavy. I needed a warm, lightweight coat, and warm boots.

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Practical and smart. And neutral to fit in with the clothes I choose for Project 333. Black, both of them, when all my other clothes are blue – with a splash of coral in the summer – mostly jewel colours.

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And that is what works for me. As undergarments are replaced they too are either jewel colours or neutral. I have one turquoise scarf and a coral coloured jacket that was on sale crept in recently. I reckon it goes with turquoise. And purple (foodbank purple particularly).

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So two new coats – but five old coats have left the closet and went to charity. One, beautiful and expensive camel coat, worn half a dozen times had been kept due to the becauses above. I hated it. My black widow coat, bought when my now 23 year old was in a pram and it was practical with a hood, was falling apart. It was kept because (see above) well who knows why?

It could not come to the new small house.

Two beautiful velvet jackets bought on sale over 20 years ago, worn one season only. Donated. They fitted my colour criteria but were too small. A suit from Planet purchased in the sales, which was too small for me when I bought it, still had the label on it and kept because someday I may lose weight for 20 plus years also left the closet and went to charity.

Even after the move I am continually finding clothes I did not wear or like. I have a bag by the front door and daily I take something to the charity shop.

I found the most beautiful cardigan in December 2015. Not only beautiful, it met my colour criteria and is ethically made.

The two I had put up with for a couple of years that were made of acrylic and worn only because they were all I had, went.

I have done more than one sock cull. Now I only have 7 pairs, made by the same ethical company who made my lovely cardigan.

When my mom died I had the job of tackling her closet. Incredibly organised, tops in one wardrobe, trousers in another, jewelry in bags and labelled, yet 99% of it she never wore.

She had 4 Burberries, two duffel coats and numerous jackets. All top notch brands. It was the process of dealing with her highly organised clutter that made me realise that I needed to deal with my hidden hoarding.

And 333 helped. I look back over the past year – and I am happy with my pared down wardrobe. And it is meeting all my requirements while I house sit in Melbourne. Once on the road, travelling, most will be packed in compression bags and out will come the shorts and linen trousers as the weather (I hope) warms up. And some may go to the op shop.

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Update December 2016. 12 kilos of clothes were donated to the Op Shops of Melbourne. Since coming home, more clothes have left the building. Including two more coats. Two jackets were bought in Melbourne – down jackets that are very light and pack up very small. Perfect for travelling, needed very much so in the NT at night and in Tassie. Perfect for English winters, English weather all year round tbh. Minimalism and decluttering and Project 333 are not about not buying, nor about going without for me. They are ways to simplify and streamline my life and not having things in my life that no longer serve a purpose.

 

 

KonMari, folding socks and saying goodbye to the wedding dress

What keeps me awake at night is having too much of everything

You would think I have more to think about, being in Melbourne wouldn’t you? I do. And I will write about fabulous food, trams, fashion, old friends, coffee, brunch, penguins, soon. But this is what keeps me awake at night. KonMari and worrying about bringing too many clothes on the trip.

Socks and how many is too many?

I have spent the best part of 4 years decluttering. And there is still a way to go. Today, as happens sometimes, I pondered on how many pairs of socks I need.

Tackling the clutter then and now

When I wrote this about going through my overfull wardrobe I got my sock collection down to 24 pairs. I thought that was an achievement. How I have changed since then.

Then

Then I had at least ten sets of bed linen, duvets and pillows cluttering up my wardrobe. I kept them because they may come in useful one day.

I had numerous items of clothing I had never worn. Some with labels still attached. Those and my wedding dress, organised in plastic garment bags. Taking up space.

Scarves and tights were all beautifully organised because I had the space to do so. Never used nor needed any of them. Even when organised, excess stuff is still clutter.

Now

Since writing the posts about decluttering my wardrobes, I have moved house, downsizing considerably. There is one small closet and one chest of drawers between two people. I had to seriously rethink how many clothes we needed.

Adopting the KonMari approach

Out of season clothes are packed in compressor bags. Dresses, shirts and jumpers are in the closet on good quality hangers. All t shirts, trousers, socks and underwear are folded based on the Marie Kondo or KonMari method. Socks have been reduced to one pair of warm ones, one pair for my trainers and seven pairs of colourful socks made from bamboo. All the dull black ones have left the house. I am slowly replacing my husband’s plain socks with colourful ones too. I used to think having all black socks made them easier to pair, but no, bright ones are so much easier. And more fun. And only 14 socks not 48 to match up.

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Socks and all undies folded as per KonMari method and now fit into one small drawer, folded and stacked vertically so I can see what is what. Ditto for the husband.

My wedding dress was donated to charity. I kept it for over 30 years and I have no idea why. I still have the memories and the photos. All I need.

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Thermals have been reduced to three items only, new house is not as cold as old house. They are needed for cold winters and camping in the outback. They will be my jim jams when we camp in Australia.

Bed linen now reduced to four sets. Two for each bed. That is all I will ever need. All the rest went to Brushstrokes, a charity that supports refugees and asylum seekers. All the spare duvets and pillows also went there, as did most of my towels. I kept one set of bath towels for each of us, with two spare for guests/days when I wash and the rare times I can’t dry them in a day.

Most of the scarves have gone to charity. I kept two pashminas as they are so versatile and the felt wrap as that was hand made by my friend and is beautiful and useful and as per the KonMari method, sparks joy.

The clothes with labels still attached?  Gone to a charity shop. The beaded dress is still with me. One day I will find the right home for it.

What do I miss?

Do I miss having 24 pairs of socks? No. Do I love having just one small drawer for my smalls? Yes. Those stupid organisers I used, they took up too much space. Folding is better. It is. I do not miss any of the clothes I have let go of.

No more laundry heaps

Do I run out of smalls and socks? No. That is because I wash clothes two or three times a week. I use the coldest, shortest wash cycle. The next machine I buy for the new kitchen will have a 15 minute wash cycle. Most clothes don’t get dirty, they just need refreshing. I don’t have lots of clothes hanging around the house draped over radiators (I won’t have any of those soon) nor piles of clean laundry to put away. One to wash, one to wear and one spare is what I am aiming for.

I used to have umpteen baskets of clean and dirty clothes all over the house, with wet washing draped on radiators. And we all had plenty of clothes to wear, despite this. I could go a fortnight without washing any clothes. Now I can’t. I like washing every other day or so. Small loads, uses less water, less detergent and takes less time to dry.

Less is more

Project  333 is how I dress now. I base my wardrobe around two key colours and everything coordinates. I have worn the same jewelry for over 18 months now.

If I buy new clothes, I apply the one in, two out rule. After years of not buying a winter coat I got a new one, in the sales. A Jack Wolfskin lightweight, super warm coat. Great for travelling as it is light and I can compress it down if packing it. Two coats left the house destined for the charity shops. One was a duffel coat that had belonged to my mother, warm but heavy, the other a charity shop bargain that was 10 years old and was too big for me. One warm coat, one light jacket and one pacamac is all I need. I brought two with me to Australia, one is currently back in Britain as the person I am housesitting for needed a light mac for Scottish weather, I needed one for Melbourne weather, or so we thought. We don’t.

De cluttering is not easy

I would be the first to tell anyone that decluttering is hard work. We form attachments to stuff. We hold onto old habits. Getting rid of clothes can be difficult. I know, my heart was wrenched parting with the wedding dress. I have held on to my loved worn once beaded dress, which is crazy really. We can justify having duplicates to cut down on laundry. Here’s the thing you can wash one pair of socks 100 times or 100 socks once. The labour, water, time remains the same.

I don’t miss anything

I don’t miss my wedding dress. No room for sentimentality.  I don’t miss my socks. No room for excess clothes. I really do like having fewer clothes. And in the next few months I will be offloading a few more.

Laundry - KonMari, folding socks and saying goodbye to the wedding dress

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t put life on hold, go travelling while you can

Travelling is in my DNA

I have to go travelling while I still can.

“When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age… perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked. Four hoarse blasts of a ships’s whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping… I fear this disease incurable.” – John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley

Don’t put your life on hold

My aunt, the day before she died, said to me ‘I wish I had seen more of the world instead of looking after everyone else, and doing what I thought was the right thing’. My mother, the traveller, had no such regrets.

And while we had the concerns over the health of his mom, my mother in law, Phil and I knew that we would continue travelling.

Phil has a brother. Who needs to take up some of the responsibility. My local minister and former work colleague reminded me of this. I had expressed my concerns to him, about our forthcoming extended travel plans, before Val passed. At the time she had just gone to a nursing home and we hoped her health would improve. As the minister said, Chris, the brother, he will be there while you are away. Phil discussed this with his brother. What they will do if this happens while we are away, hence the aforementioned family commitments.

Another conversation with my 84 year old friend, who travelled extensively after her retirement, she said much the same. ‘You cannot put your life on hold, the outcome will be the same whatever you do. Travelling was the best thing I did, it enriched my life so much’.

We have been here before

In 2011 as we prepared to go on our first RTW trip – my mom was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Some people told me it was selfish to travel while she was ill. I asked her if I should not go, and stay with her. Without a second thought she told me that I must go. It has been a dream of mine for so long. She would not hear of cancelling plans. On our return she was one of the few people who were genuinely interested in the trip. She too lived to travel. She would never had made me stay. I thank her for that.

And so before the extended travelling commences in July we booked some time away as Phil was exhausted with driving 3 hours to visit his mom every other week. With hospital visits and worries about finding a nursing home that didn’t smell. He was anxious about her and needed a break. We booked a week in Sorrento.

Val had had a lovely day with her family the weekend before she passed away.  She went home, gave her granddaughter a beautiful ring and went to her local pub for dinner. She did seem to be in better health. The timing seemed right to go away for a few days.

But Sepsis had different plans and by the following Tuesday the nursing home had to admit her to hospital.

Phil spent two days and nights at her bedside in hospital before we went away. The nurses said that he must still go on the planned holiday.

We had been in Sorrento one night when we got the call. Chris, my husband’s brother had been with her.

We stayed in Sorrento and filled the days with extensive site seeing and walking. It helped. Chris did all the necessary and immediate things that needed to be done, and on our return we joined him and supported him to do everything else we had to do.

Leave memories not stuff

Now, a few weeks later, we have had the funeral in Winchester and the remembrance service in Yorkshire. We have spent more time with family than we usually do. Caught up with people we haven’t seen for many years. This happens when people die. We have cried and we have laughed. Shared happy memories. Discovered interesting things when sorting through possessions including some amazing photos on old slides.

These pictures were the turning point in their grief, for Phil and Chris. They reminisced over childhood memories. Saw their parents at happier times, as they remembered them, young and vital. The mom and dad they grew up with. Having spent months seeing their mom getting older and unrecognisable at times, had taken its toll on both of them. Discovering these photos and sharing them with people in Yorkshire who went to school with their parents evoked so many happy memories. Talking about the old days, the happy times, it healed them.

I met the minister again yesterday and told him about this. Thanked him for his wise words. They had helped us to remember that we have support from family. We don’t have to do everything, we can ask for help. And remember to laugh. Death is sad, of course it is. As the minister told me yesterday, it is good to recall happy memories and laugh. That is what we did, I told him, dinner with the family, we cherished our times together and laughed.

There is still a lot to do

Paperwork, mountains of it. A house to clear, major decluttering (so far 30 bags to charity and the same to the tip) some more legal stuff, a house to sell. We had made a start when she was in hospital. It is a big job. 80 plus years of memories in dusty boxes.

Phil was making lists of lists and worrying about all we had to do. He got stressed again so I booked another, more relaxing, holiday to Skiathos after the funeral. Travelling is our medicine as well as our disease.

We cannot tick all the things off before we go to Australia in July. We can’t. So we won’t. We will do what we can. Prioritise the legal things. Trying to fit everything in a tight schedule will exhaust all of us. And will make use feel failures because we won’t succeed. Our health and well being, and that of the family, has to come first.

We will carry on when get home in November. We can put some things on hold. Just not life.

 

 

 

Conversations at the corner cafe – letting go of the past

Letting go of stuff is hard. We hold onto stuff to remind of us the past. Decluttering takes longer than you think it will. I am still getting rid of crap after over three years of tackling my house full of stuff I held on to. Why do we hold on to stuff that we no longer need?

This past week I met two women at my local café. Both had grown children who had left their family home over 20 years ago. And both had rooms still full of their kids stuff.

This enrages me, it really does. How dare children use their parents house as a free storage facility? For a short while maybe. When they first leave home, but for twenty years? Really?

The first lady I met told me that she had a pile of programmes from rock concerts her son had attended over the years.  And all his uni books.

She told me that she’d love to make her middle bedroom tidy for when people came to stay. The people who come to stay are her son, his partner and her grandchildren. I could tell that having the room stuffed full of other people’s possessions which are too heavy for her to move made her unhappy.

As she talked to me I could see she was close to tears.

She fought the tears back as she spoke about her late husband. Recently widowed and overwhelmed by having  not been able to sort through her husband’s clothes. I understand this. It takes time, the grieving process. You have to find the right time to start sorting the clothes.

The kids stuff? Why would she hold on to this? Why did she let them do this to her?

In addition to the son using her house as if it was the Big Yellow Self Storage facility, her daughter in law also abused her generosity. The DIL had expressed an interest in a piece of furniture that her mother in law wanted to get rid of. It was still in her house two years later,  as they were not ready for it yet. Two years of not being ready. Dear daughter in law,  you said you wanted it so come and get it.

I asked her why she allowed them to do this to her. She explained that at first it was because hers son had lived on a barge and had no space.

‘He lives in a big house now, has done for over 20 years.’

‘Why is his stuff still in your house?’

‘Because I’m soft.’

As she spoke she looked away, her eyes wet with unshed tears.

Her son was coming to stay the weekend.

‘This is your opportunity to ask him to take his stuff then. If he won’t, let him know that it will be put in the bin.’

‘Oh,  he will tell me not to because the programmes may be worth something.’

‘All the more reason for him to have them then. If he really wants them he will take them.’

She was visibly shocked at that suggestion. The idea of upsetting him disturbed her. I guess we always have to be nice to our kids, even when they hurt us.

‘Start sending them a monthly storage invoice, see what happens.’

She smiled.

‘They will think I am joking. They will laugh and throw it away.’

At this point my incredulity became outrage.

‘They will laugh at you?’

I think she could see how shocked I was at that. Now my kids laugh at me all the time. When I can’t remember the name of the song that we heard on a boat tip back in 2007 they laugh, when I don’t know which remote to use to get Netflix, they laugh. I don’t think they would laugh if I invoiced them for storage for 20 years, I think they would work out I was serious. Like the time I cut the plug off the TV, serious.

‘Do you really wanted to get that middle bedroom clear? Because if you do, you have to take action. The choice is yours.’

‘Oh well,  when I am gone they will have to sort it then won’t they?’

‘Yes they will and let me tell you, it is horrible.’

I told her about my mom and her stuff. How I had promised my children that they will never have to go through what I had to.

Will she do anything about it? I don’t know. She is the one that has to take action. It doesn’t bother her son that his mother has to live with all his crap. It doesn’t bother her daughter in law that the chair she said she wanted is in her mother in law’s way. They would laugh if she sent them a bill. That is how much they respect her.

By this point I was incandescent with rage and she admitted that she had only found out that her son was coming over to stay with her that weekend via her grand-daughter. The grand-daughter who calls her every day to chat. Her son had not thought to let her know. I could see that this had made her cross.

Now maybe he thought it would be a lovely Mothering Sunday surprise for her. The thing is, she was worried that she needed to get extra food and make up a bed for him, his wife and her grandson. In the rooms full of his crap.

He hadn’t thought about that. And as a son he really needed to realise that unexpected house guests, although welcome, create work.

‘Let’s go to Mom’s and surprise her, she can cook her special roast this Sunday. That will be a nice treat for her.’

Meanwhile mom is thinking about the mess they will leave behind.

I hope I am wrong on this one. I hope he has booked somewhere lovely to take her. I do. Because one day she won’t be there for him on Mothering Sunday. One day he will have to sift through her old photos, her clothes and her personal papers. One day he will have to decide what he is going to do with the concert programmes that he treasures so much that he can’t be bothered to move them out of his old bedroom.

She had one consolation, her granddaughter calls her every day. The thoughtfulness skipped a generation perhaps.

A few days later I met the second woman at the café. She too had grown children who also expected her to keep their rooms as they were when they were kids. They were in their 40’s and thought this was OK. It’s not.

She reasoned she had the space and it didn’t worry her as much as it clearly upset the first woman I had spoken to.

‘They can sort it when I am gone, it will be their problem eventually.’

It wasn’t getting in her way or holding her back as it was with the other woman.

She had come to do some clothes shopping and hadn’t been to Bearwood for some time. While I wondered where on earth she could go shopping for clothes in Bearwood, I heard these words.

‘I’m a shopaholic.’

When someone tells me a shopaholic I feel the urge to rescue them. I stopped shopping many years ago. To be accurate, I stopped buying things I didn’t need when I started decluttering.

‘I don’t like shopping.’

I understand this statement can baffle a person who loves to shop.

Here’s the thing, I do like shopping. I like buying good quality food at a farmer’s market and engaging with the producers. I hate shopping in a big supermarkets where everything is over packaged. I like shopping at Mistral in Winchester where the clothes fit me and where the sales staff remember me from a month ago, asking how the mother in law is, remembering she is in hospital. The same staff that know that I only wear certain colours and find the items for me.

I like shopping in John Lewis where staff know their products and explain the pros and cons of sound systems without patronising me. Who explain why one is not worth £700 more despite what I have been told elsewhere.  I like buying lovely tech that will simplify my life. Tech that will enable my husband to let go of the vinyl records, the hundreds of CD’s and complicated sound systems that clutter our house. Tech that enables me to click and listen to music I like and not waste an hour looking for one CD.

But I digress. My point is that I don’t get the buying rush that shopaholics get. I don’t have hundreds of clothes in my closet with the price tag still attached. The Bull Ring is not the temple I worship at and I wouldn’t go to Poundland and fill my house with crap because it only costs a pound.

After her first reaction of shock on meeting a woman who doesn’t shop for leisure,  she confessed to having wardrobes of designer clothes that she no longer wears. She listed the labels, Betty Barclay, Jaeger, Austin Reed. She had needed them for her work as she had to be smart when she ran her business.  Some outfits were bought for weddings, and apparently you can only wear those once.  I could hear her justifying every purchase. Thank goodness we didn’t get on to the subject of shoes.

She couldn’t bear to get rid of them because they had were so expensive.

‘Will you ever wear them again?’

‘No, they no longer fit me. Some I have had for over 30 years, they are all too small now.’

We discussed ways of how she could let them go.

‘Could you sell them online?’

‘I wouldn’t know how to.’

‘Could you ask your children to show you?’

‘They are too busy.’

‘What about donating them?’

Giving to charity shops worried her for two reasons. She believed that the staff and volunteers took all the good clothes. She also was alarmed that the big charities paid their chief executives six figure salaries, so only a small percent went to help those in need.

I explained why I give my unwanted items to Acorns. It is a local charity, helping local families. As it is small charity, so the structure is not as corporately complex as some of the bigger charities are. I know the manager there and she doesn’t skim off the good clothes for herself. None of them do, they can’t run like that.

I could see her thinking this over. She liked the idea of donating to local hospices. It eased her to think that more of what is raised would go directly to help people who were terminally ill.

Perhaps now she has the lies that The Daily Fail implants in its readers brains erased, she will go to her closet and take one item to a charity shop. Perhaps.

Two conversations. Two women with very different lives. Two women with the same issues.

Both holding onto the past.

One allows her son to take her for granted. She lets this happen because she needs to keep his childhood intact and make him happy – her son was clearly her life and this way she still has him. Being recently bereaved, this would be important to her. I get that. Yet she wanted to move on. Not being able to sort the middle room vexed her. This was possibly what was stopping her from sorting through the clothes of her late husband. Tidying away the past to make room for the present.

The lady with her clothes, they were her status symbols. They now only remind her of the person she used to be, the slim sucessful business woman with spending power. They represented her past, not her life now.  A constant reminder of what once was, holding her back.

It clearly worried them both as they were so keen to tell me their stories. Why would they open up to a total stranger they met in cafe? Why tell me things they have possibly not told anyone else?

coincidence - Conversations at the corner cafe - letting go of the past

How can I be so sure of their reasons for not letting go? Because their story is my story.

I had closets full of clothes that were too small for me. Too expensive to give to charity, I told myself. The silk Monsoon dress, the Viyella trouser suit, with price tags still attached. They were too small for me when I bought them but they were on sale at a vastly reduced price. I got them twenty years ago. The velvet jacket I loved that no longer fitted me.  I held onto them all as I would lose the weight, someday. There’s that dangerous word again.

The Moses basket and the cot sheets and blankets had been in the attic for 17 years. Mom had bought the basket when my son was born over 23 years ago. The sheets and blankets were 60 years old, given to me by my mother in law, she had used them for her two sons. How could I possibly part with them?

A room full of stuff my daughter no longer wanted nor needed. Uni books, school reports, old birthday cards. There were some old clothes hanging in her wardrobe including her beautiful frock she bought in Sydney for her leavers ball.  I loved that dress. I really must keep that.

Why is my story different to these two women? Because I don’t have this stuff any more.

And life is better because of it.

I took the cot blankets to Acorns. My son is grown, he doesn’t need them, I had to let go of the child he once was.

I asked my daughter about her stuff. She reminded me that she’d been telling me for years to get rid of it. It wasn’t her using my house as the free storage facility, it was me that was holding onto this stuff. Holding onto my past, a little bit of the child my daughter used to be.

Her dress and my still labelled clothes went to charity. Let someone else enjoy wearing them.

We don’t need them anymore.