KonMari 2016 - The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up

GreyQueen

I'm a bit rubbish at some womanly pastimes and have learned the hard way that when women friends say something about us all going shopping for clothes together, that it does not go down well to roll one's eyes and say one would rather have a root canal filling.

There's lots of stuff on t'web about capsule wardrobes and three-colour wardrobes which may be off assistance.

I used to belong to the Henry Ford School of Fashion (any colour as long as it's black) but have branched out since then.

MMF007

Thanks GQ, good idea for me to do t'internet capsule wardrobe research. If only we still had Richard Shops!!
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Floss

I need to confess... Ex MiL had, and probably still has Infernal Beau (as I christened it one Christmas after enduring every single item in the range during lunch) and DS2 "collects" it virtually by photo in an ironic way ( or so he says!)

maryb

We had Duralex tumblers at school. Cue lots of teenage girl giggles about what you got if you took out the A and the L. How teachers retain their sanity teaching 13 year old girls I will never know.

Siebrie

I have kondoed the tulip bulbs from the shed into the garden, where they will spark joy next spring (fingers crossed).
The garden is getting more and more ready for winter. This year it has actually been a joyful exercise, due to the lovely weather we have had! Lots of sunshine, flowers still in bloom, many birds finishing off my grapes.

Charly27

Thanks for the links GQ and for the poem Mavymoo. GQ a bit woo woo about the dog tags. I think I should learn it. Some very poignant threads about memories and momentoes. What with the last episode of GBBO it's all a bit end of an era and end of a year feeling. I feel like my new year starts at Halloween like the old Celtic one. I'd like to report that those glasses and tea sets are still in schools! Well old ones like the one I work in. Welcome KBoss2010 and thanks for the sharing re the candles, I burn mine now:A Well yesterday I KM'd the onion sets finally into the allotment. Garlic has sprouted in just a couple of weeks and mowed the grass. Today I Kondoed the strawberries as in cut them back on the advice of my very experienced neighbour. I also potted up loads of runners:Ti filled 2 raised beds and took 5 plastic buckets to the HWRC. Yesterday I Kondoed some delicious halves at the beer festival. We're off to help DSS and DIL move on Friday, trailing a second hand washing machine with us. DH has cleaned it up lovely. I feel like four hours at Lottie may have been great training. Also Kondoed 3 subscriptions today; one renewed, one cancelled, and one changed to non-practising member at half the cost.
I will keep going with the sorting and recycling. According to KM if I started in August I ought to be done by now but I stalled. I think as long as I'm moving forward that's ok. Reducing, using and recycling. Good luck all, hugs to those who need them.

PollyWollyDoodle

Ooh I remember Beryl crockery, every parish hall in the country must have had that! And the Duralex tumblers - had those at primary school, we were too innocent to read anything into it.

Very good point about memories and mementos not being the same thing. It's so tempting to conflate objects with emotions; I think of my mum when I see items that belonged to her, but I also think of her every time I bake a cake, cast on some knitting or use a sewing machine. I don't need china or glass to remind me, I'll never forget her.

milasavesmoney

I don't actually have much from my mother's things. She wore them out and used them up. Excellent woman! I do have her inexpensive set of china that she always brought out for holidays. I lovingly use them too, as I want my children to have the same fond memories.

Pooky

When I was 4 we moved into my grandparents (mums parents) house with them. It was a big 3 storey Victorian house, lovely high ceilings and big cold, draughty rooms. No central heating or double glazing and my Grandad, in his infinite wisdom and ripped out and borded up all the fire places in the 60's. We (my parents and sister and myself) had the top 2 floors and my grandparents lived on the ground floor, so I saw a lot of them, every visit to the garden was through their kitchen. Lots and lots of happy memories.

When my grandparents passed away, my parents converted the house back to one residence (I'd moved out by then) and lived there until renovations were complete before selling up. By this point I was in a position to be able to afford to buy it from them, I wanted to keep the house in the family and keep the memories alive but they refused to sell to me, not out of spite but out of the knowledge that the house I grew up in had gone, the renovated house was a far cry from my memories and it would never match up to what was in my head.

I'm thankful to them, it probably would have messed with my head completely. I'm so grateful that I now have a lovely home where the memories are "ours" as a family and not "mine" alone.

I'll always remember that house as "happy" even though with the rain coming through the roof, the carpets billowing up in the middle of the room when it was windy and the old sash windows rattling in any slight breeze, it was far from it sometimes.

Igamogam

GreyQueen wrote: »

All clean, dry textiles and shoes but not pillows and duvets (because they can't find a market for the latter).



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Animal rescue charities/ re homing centres will often take these together with towels and other bedding