I typically do two large purge sessions each year: August and December. My August purge is to prepare for the Back-to-School efficiency plan. My December purge is to prepare for the Christmas onslaught of new toys AND the New Year efficiency plan. Each purge typically leaves me feeling energized, efficient, and empowered.
This summer's purge has been dragging on since June. When I moved out of my office and gave P her own room, I had no place in which to move my stuff. I have been living with piles (and piles) of scrapbook supplies and office mess all over my dining and living rooms. My family has been incredibly patient with this mess and this weekend, T and I decided to tackle it and get it done.
I searched Craigslist late last week and found this used office armoire on Saturday:
I spent all afternoon Saturday priming and painting it to help it blend into our reading room. This is the result:
Speaking of our reading room, here is the new configuration:
T has settled into his new recliner three times now muttering, "I don't think I'm going to get much reading done in this chair...." before he falls into an after-work snooze. He totally deserves a comfy chair. I am happy he now has one.
I wish I could report that this summer's purge has left me feeling empowered, energized, and efficient, but it hasn't. Instead, I feel downright ashamed at the ridiculous amount of STUFF I have collected over 10+ years of scrapbooking. If I never snap another photo of my kids...if I never purchase another piece of patterned paper or Prima Flower, I will still fail to exhaust my stash. That, is shameful. With my excess staring back at me, with no place to live, it becomes suffocating.
I remember years ago, my mom saying that someday I'll likely move on from scrapbooking. I remember thinking she was nuts. I love so many things about this hobby: documenting, story telling, capturing, sharing, connecting. I have discovered that my enthusiasm for the art of scrapbooking is waning, as the sheer excess of too much stuff is suffocating me. Maybe it is because I look at the gluttonous piles of chipboard and paper flowers and think of how many groceries or gallons of gas I could buy with what I spent on it. Maybe it is because our family of five, with all of the energy and noise, and stuff that comes with us makes me feel like the walls are closing in on our excess. My husband is convinced that digital scrapbooking is the way to go. He says that my blog is pretty much a digital scrapbook anyway.
After the frustration of trying to find a home for it all, I'm inclined to agree.