As part of the decluttering efforts, I have pared down my sewing stash by about half. Okay – maybe not half – perhaps a third? In any case, I’ve gone through all the fabric, all the unfinished objects, all the thread and bobbins and trims – and kept only the stuff I really believe I am going to work with in the future.
Like anyone who makes things, I’ve got a fair-sized pile of unfinished things – and as part of my commitment to simplify – I’ve decided to finish some of them before I start anything new. Like this scarf I finished last night – a light spring accessory that I pinned together back in March and then left to die in the basket. Instead of that fate, I took an hour last night and stitched it all together so I can actually wear it before it becomes summer. Fabric is a voile I picked up last summer, and the lining is just a simple pink satin. It’s got a bit of wonk to it, but tied around my neck it looks just fine. So done it is (who was it that said perfect is the enemy of finished?), and now onto the next piece.

Here’s something funny: Just recently, B and I were discussing all the ways we could increase storage space in our home. More bookshelves in the bedroom, more storage for craft supplies in the office.
Less than two weeks later we’ve discovered exactly just how much space we have! That is, once everything we don’t need/don’t use/don’t want was removed from those rooms. In the office alone I removed two bags of garbage, one bag of fabric (garage sale), and one and a half bags of paper for recycling (Brian’s whole collection of academic articles in binders), plus a bag of binders and another half bag worth of garage sale bits and pieces plus a large basket of DVDs. Oh, we also moved out an extra table and a plastic storage tower. That’s six large garbage bags of extra stuff, plus two extraneous pieces of furniture crammed into a room that is pretty small (9×8) and serves multiple functions. The bookshelves have gone from overflowing, to tidy and manageable. Sewing fabric is all tucked away in the closet, and supplies have been corralled and cubbied into much more manageable amounts.
Out of M’s over-filled room came several shopping bags worth of old clothing, a box of books, and a tower of unplayed board games (we have four board games we routinely play as a family and the rest go untouched). I’m hoping that after we get a smaller desk solution going on, we can also decrease her desk-footprint by about half and replace the large rolling office chair with a stool to give her as much space as possible.
In our bedroom? One unused weight bench plus weights, a broken printer, a working printer which we moved to the renovated office, an extra area rug that never looked good and served only to collect dust, a garbage bag of clothes, several bags picked up at convention, two pieces of broken/torn luggage, and a number of novels we had no interest in reading again. And a small garbage-can’s worth of old/unused/expired toiletries.
The basement – the mess which inspired me to action in the first place – heaved up: a classical guitar, three glass carboys for wine-making, an extra-small women’s backpack (I have a much nicer one now), a pair of expensive women’s hiking boots (which have always hurt my feet), two leather jackets, a woven wall-hanging, some miscellaneous tools, a large storage container full of KISS memorabilia (action figures and puzzles, but not the valuable releases of them), some bee-keeping supplies, some camping gear, a shitload of wine bottles, and many other bits and pieces destined for the curb in a couple of weeks.
This morning after a recycling run (dump run was Saturday) I dug a few choice (unused) pieces out of the kitchen – bowls, vases, and a number of rusted, burned and dented baking pans – to make room for all the stuff which sits on top of the cupboards (it’s all inside now!), and I’ve trucked the rest of the bits and pieces into the studio where it awaits our garage sale on the May long weekend. I’ve been listing the larger items bit-by-bit on Craigslist with the intention that all money raised in the house-purge endeavour shall go towards some small repairs that need doing, a power-washing of the exterior, and some kitchen paint.
I’m hoping by the end we have a few hundred dollars, plus we will have made donations to the Purple Thistle (political library), Miscellany (enterprise thrift in our ‘hood), and cashed in some books for trade credit. And mostly? We will have saved ourselves the expense and time it would have taken to put up more shelving, and uncovered more space for actually living in. This little project is about so much more than money 🙂
As much as I have had some anxiety about this process (what if I want this/that/etc. again?), I have mostly enjoyed the act of purging – and B. has been super-awesome as well – he’s bravely dumped tons of personal papers, academic articles, DVDs (all burned to our central storage drive) in addition to sorting out basement bits and pieces and moving stuff around.
Now that all the saleable stuff is dealt with, my next project will be to tackle the sock and underwear drawers as well as the household paper. Neither of those are large tasks, but they are essential to completing this craziness we’ve begun around here.
I left work in a bad mood yesterday. It’s just been one of those periods of uncertainty (ie: we are awaiting news of layoffs) and everyone is worn a bit thin. On top of that I had some bad interactions as a union rep and I was feeling sour.
But on the way home I decided not to carry it with me, and so I projected something good about what was going to happen next: that I would pick up fabulous groceries for a great dinner (shitake mushrooms, asparagus and tuna steak), and on my way I would run into a neighbour and have a connecting conversation, and then when I got home I would do some more emptying of my space and my mind to get rid of the day’s stress. Just projecting that was enough to get in a better state of mind….
And so I did, in fact, pick up fabulous dinner ingredients, and then I ran into a neighbour who was gardening and we had a great chat for about fifteen minutes, and then I came in the door and greeted the dog as I put the groceries on the counter. All as I had wanted.
And then the phone rang. That wasn’t in my projection.
Brian (who was out taking M. to piano lesson) was calling to tell me that our downstairs tenant gave notice earlier that day. Three days notice in fact. Oh, and he might not actually have his stuff out on the 1st, in fact it’s a little unclear when he is planning to have his things out. But he is leaving on the 1st, with no notice.
I said, “I guess that’s what’s going to happen then,” and I put down the phone, made my lovely dinner, and then emailed a friend who I know is apartment hunting right now.
While cooking (and eating) it was hard not to reflect on the fact that we have been on a week of getting rid of unwanted things in our home, and that my projection included getting home to another evening of emptying out space. And then, as if responding to that, our tenant decided that he was up and going too. Except I don’t think it worked exactly like that, and I believe he’s been planning to move for some weeks and failed to tell us because he is unable to think outside of his own self these days.
Though we will lose a little income towards the mortgage, I am glad with this turn of events, because it does fit with my emotional being at the moment (very much about creating flow and space), and because things with our tenant have been steadly degrading since last summer due to a combination of factors. Most recently, he has refused to speak to either of us in anything other than single syllable noises, which has put me in avoidance of any interactions at all. You can see how that might be tense-making for all three of us, and I hope that wherever he is going, it turns out to be a happier living situation for him too because clearly he is unhappy with us.
In the meantime I have a friend coming to view the suite tonight, and I really hope she takes it because she fits the tenant profile I am looking for. If not, it’s a very easy place to get someone for so I’m not worried about it sitting empty for more than a couple of weeks. I do feel like things in our home are shifting energetically in a positive direction, and at least some of that has to do with our intensive efforts at freeing ourselves from some of our possessions and making more room. It’s just interesting how things come together sometimes – you start one process in motion and suddenly it takes a shape you hadn’t quite expected. A little cosmic perhaps. But whatever is going on, it feels about right.
Now that I’ve started paring down my stuff at home, I can’t seem to stop. Just yesterday, I walked into my office at work and before I had even turned my computer on for the day, I started throwing stuff into boxes and shredding binders full of no-longer-needed paper. It’s as though I’ve just noticed that I am surrounded by things I do not require, and those things are making it hard to breathe.
And I don’t just mean material things, in this sense of “too much” I have long felt plagued by the number of emails in my inbox, the amount of junk mail that comes to my home, the number of windows I have open in Firefox at any one time, the amount of information coming at me from Facebook the 12 times a day I check in. It’s all TOO MUCH! And it’s been creeping up on me awhile – this sense that I’m distracted all the time, and that I have no control over the rush of information and things which seem to come at me from every direction.
But! I do have control. Or at least some control over that which comes into my life, my brainspace, my home. Not total – because none of us has that – but I’ve got a lot more agency in this whole affair than I’ve been exercising lately.
So in addition to the cleaning out of stuff that is going on in my home and office, I am also making two other moves in the direction of breathing room:
As I clean out my physical spaces, I feel compelled to work on my mental space as well – for the two are intrinsically linked. Looking around our revamped office/sewing/tv room last night, I felt a lot more relaxed in there than I have in the past few months. Same with clearing off my desk at work. With each non-necessary item removed – be it actual or digital – I feel a little bit more relaxed again.
Kevin and Zipper are the trouble cavalry.
And therefore, to be sure, an anachronism. Kevin and Zipper belong in a museum, or, if there were such a place, in a zoo for dangerous ideas. By all means let them be seen, visited. Let them be admired. For is theirs not the same material, the same force that produces the beloved heroes of romance: Roland, Lancelot, Coeur de Leon, the vainglorious Custer himself? In a world founded on trouble, trouble’s thoughtless cavaliers have a necessary place, an honorable place, a place of legends. In a world founded otherwise the ncessity is gone, the honor is gone. Only the legends remain, and they are reduced to constables’ reports, to the repetitious, digressive stories of the small towns and villages.
Thus, Kevin and zipper’s breaking into Condosta’s
From the story “Bandit Poker” by Castle Freeman Jr.
This is one beautifully-written book of short stories. And I don’t say that lightly – short stories are my favourite genre of writing and thus I have read my fair share. I have also stopped reading partway through many collections because I am fussy about what I want in a short story – and I can’t be bothered to read those which don’t meet my criteria.
It might be fragmentary, slightly prose-poemish, or otherwise esoteric in form. It might be stuffy, or humorous, or strange in shape and content. These aspects are what make short stories magical – little forays and experiments in setting, style and character. But at the end of the piece, no matter what, I want a whole story to be told. Not a piece of a novel, not a hint of more stories to come – but a complete entity unto itself to be enjoyed without reference to any other work.
In Round Mountain, Castle Freeman Jr. gives us just that. Though it’s a linked collection – each piece featuring the same characters and setting – the twelve stories in here could stand on their own, complete and compelling tales. And as a collection? A study of character and place that sneaks up on you, partway through. A portrait of life in a small town as a teenager, a cop, an aging codger, a good neighbour, a sensible individual, a frustrated husband….. each of these embodied in Homer (our main figure) as he provides the anchor for the stories woven around him.
Best part about this book? It was free, and not only that – I will be giving this copy away when I am done. I got this in the mail Monday from Concorde Free Press as part of a program to encourage charitable giving. You can read about it here. Basically, you get a book for free, make a charitable donation in exchange and post what donation you made on the Concorde website. Once you are finished reading, you sign the back of the book and pass it along.
Interested? Let me know if you would like this book when I am done (and can commit to reading, donation and passing it along) and I will pass it along to you! I think this is such an amazing project, I really would like to keep the pay-it-forward going via this blog – so please let me know in the comments if this appeals to you and I will send it your way.