We’re packing for what will be our 14th (15th?) move. Add that to the 13+ moves I did as a kid and I feel like a pro.
Moving ain’t easy. If anyone tells you so, they’re either a moving company or lying or both. Packing up your life into boxes only to turn around and unpack them again can be overwhelming (so many boxes!), frustrating (I can’t find the [insert marker, tape, bubblewrap, etc.], again!), costly (you want how much money to move me 30 miles?!), and downright tiring. But the process can be freeing, too.
Recently I read a book by Courtney Carver called soulful simplicity. It’s a fast read which is great when you don’t have a lot of time to sit down with a book. In the book, Courtney talks about learning to live simply starts first with dumping the guilt, the stuff, the dregs of life, whether that means toxic relationships, leftover feelings from said relationships, old clothes, Great-grandma’s knick-knacks, whatever. To be more with less is the goal.
I have attempted to downsize, organize, re-work, re-purpose, re-whatever my stuff over the years. When you move as many times as we have, you have to. Most of the time, that worked. Sometimes I tossed something that shouldn’t have been tossed (don’t ask my husband about the missile launcher bolt thingy from his Army Air Defense days; he still grouses about that). Most of the time, though, it’s been successful. Sort of.
Downsizing your clothes closet is part of what Courtney calls Project 333. Your goal is to pare your three-month wardrobe (the first 3) down to 33 pieces (the last two 3s). Whoo, boy! After some small attempts in the past, I wasn’t so sure I could do this, like, ever. This time, though, after reading Courtney’s book, I went after my closet with both barrels, loaded for bear, [insert your own euphemism here]. I was determined to do this once and for all.
Saturday morning, after breakfast, I proceeded to dump everything I own — sweaters, suits, dresses, slacks, tops, skirts — on our bed. And I tore thru those piles! I put everything in Keep, Maybe, Donate, Throw Out piles in about 2 hours. Then I filled four — yes, 4! — trash bags with donations and two more with old, worn-out or stained pieces. Then I took a break. A girl has to pat herself on the back a little!
I asked my hubby to help me with the Maybe pile to see his take on things. Did I look great or just okay in this? (No hurt feelings allowed.) Did this fit well? Does it go with anything else? He laughed at how fast we went through the pile. I guess he thought that I’d be hanging onto things Just. In. Case. (Courtney addresses this phenomenon in her book, too. There is no Just. In. Case.)
After that it was time to clean the closet and put everything back. I can’t believe how much better it looks already! My sweater cupboard is almost empty (I did hang a few. See the video here for an easy, stretch-preventing way to hang them.) and my dress hanging rod is feeling free and easy after all the clutter was removed. Even my undies’ drawer didn’t escape the purge! LOL
Did I get down to exactly 33 pieces per season? Eh, maybe not. But I am darned close. I’m not sure I won’t throw out more after the seasons pass. If I don’t wear it, out it goes.
What a feeling!!!!
Since completing my mission and telling my coworkers about it, two others in the office have jumped on board as well. Maybe we shouldn’t be comparing who filled more bags, but whatever it takes, right?
We still have a room or two to pack up but that’s for another day. I’m going to sit here and enjoy a cuppa and look at my neat, organized, closet. Cheers!