I’m well aware that I’m a little late to the Advent party, but in my defence I’ve been working on a couple of other projects recently.
The intention is to use the run up to Christmas to get a few key micro categories decluttered. Because I’ve already completed the KonMari method on my own home, I won’t be going in the order Marie Kondo recommends. Instead I’ll be selecting categories that I know need updating in our own home. As always, if you haven’t yet completed the KonMari method, I recommend you read one of Marie Kondo’s books and follow the method exactly.
I’ll be spending the first half of December here in Malta but then relocating to the UK to spend Christmas with my close family. So the ‘Malta’ decluttering will be focused on ‘physical’ items and the ‘UK’ segment will be purely related to my digital life and online footprint, aka things that I can access from anywhere.
So here we are – part 1:
Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat. Is that how it goes?
Alas, I am too, a little. I suffer badly with migraines and have finally found medication that works for me. It’s a revolution – but the cost has been weight gain. With a sad heart I’ve found my trousers tightening and my face becoming rounder. This has been made worse by the fact that I’m a bridesmaid in a few weeks and the dress wasn’t particularly spacious to begin with.
Im happy to be a bit rounder if it’s a toss up between that and the migraines, but I’ve had to do some pretty quick and sharp self-talk to remind myself that a) it’s not forever and b) I can now exercise without making myself ill, so I can still work on improving my health and fitness.
But the wardrobe. Ohhhh. Misery. Every morning I was walking in there and feeling like a loser. The vast majority of things no longer fitted, with past favourites ranging from ‘a bit tight’ to ‘those two sides of the zip will never meet again, lady’. It was sad.
And then yesterday I got mad. I realised that I was effectively choosing to make myself sad each morning by looking at things I couldn’t wear. So with my son bouncing a tad too forcefully on our bed, I started methodically removing any item from the drawers that was too small to be comfortably worn. I can’t say I was heartless about it – some items such as my favourite party dress definitely pulled on the heart strings – it was more a sort of steely determination not to live in the past any more.
And in 15 minutes I was done. I didn’t even need to try anything on – in my heart I knew what did and didn’t fit. Only two items were ‘maybes’ – a pastel striped t-shirt from Hobbs that I love the gelato-like colours of, and my favourite long skirt which was a little tight on the waist but nothing a hair tie and a longer shirt wouldn’t fix. Thinking about it, those items would look fab together!
This afternoon’s job is to take these items to my preferred charity shop. Part of me thought ‘but you could sell this’. Realistically I don’t have time to list, sell, liaise over these items though. Instead a charity will benefit, and I hope that somebody gets to feel comfortable and joyful in the clothes that no longer sparked joy for me.
One of the big arguments against decluttering clothes is that ‘you’re throwing money down the drain’. And I definitely didn’t get off scot-free from that feeling yesterday. I remember how much most of those items cost and was mentally tallying up as I made a pile. But actually, that money was spent the moment I left the shop. From that point, those clothes were worth only the value I placed on them. And being free from the burden of feeling like I’ve somehow lost a battle every time I look at them is, for me, worth much more than any of those item’s actual monetary value.