Relentless winnowing. It’s a term one of my oldest blog friends used recently and it put words to the state that I’ve been in over the last several years. I’ve moved my mother-in-law to our house (severe winnowing), moved my mom to her new house (more winnowing), and am now clearing out my mom’s house (still winnowing). All of this has made me even more vigilant about my own house. If I use it, it’s staying. If I love it, it’s staying. If it brings me some sort of happiness; it’s staying. All the rest (the someday piles, the “but it was only $6” items, the furniture that just can’t seem to find its place) are quickly making their way to new homes.
To her credit, I got up my nerve from this post from tiff at dottie angel. It’s really hard to let go of things I’ve made, things my mom made. But letting go makes space for new ideas and new creative adventures. And moving what remained of my crafty piles out of their squirreled-away places and into my soon-to-be creative space has opened up all kinds of space around my home. Deep sigh of happiness.
To her credit again, I am getting up my nerve to let go of my blog from this post. Not today. Not tomorrow. But sometime soon. Sometime before my blog starts its 10th year. More relentless winnowing.
The paintbrushes? Those are from my mom and dad. Beautiful and well-cared for. I love them and they make me happy.