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Thursday, May 25, 2006


What Ifs?

I need help.

I need inspiration and ideas on how to purge. I’m not happy in the current shape I’m in and I suffer from a form of gluttony that is quite powerful. Purging is the only way I can think of to pare down and gain control.

Oh, no, I’m not bulimic at all. What I am is a collector: I can’t seem to throw out a single birthday card, book, CD (even if I hate it).

I can’t seem to dump the dowdy ill-fitting clothing that sits in my closet, dusty from no use. The jeans that I used to adore but no longer fit right. The jeans I bought last month when I thought I could deal with the how-low-can-it-go low-rise waist.

The odd little house gifts that people have brought: lilac-scented dusting powder (come on, even my Grandmother didn’t use dusting powder!), the various candle holders in the shape of bunnies, Santas, etc.

(I think: what if they come and ask me where the Santa candleholder is they gave me four years ago or where’s the Scull serving plate they brought me for Halloween? This is one of my main reasons for hanging on to all this junk…the perpetual and paralyzing fear of what if? )

I have four or five computer hard drives in my attic. I am afraid to throw them out because what if someone picks one out of the trash and finds out all my secrets. I’ve saved every bill I’ve ever paid; every pay stub; every Christmas card, mother’s day card, Halloween card.

I still have every end roll of wallpaper, every rug scrap, every piece of tile; all the dried up paint cans that have been used in my house. What if I need them for a repair?

I save every gift bag, every bow, orphan wine glasses, mismatched plates and piles of recipes I have no intention of ever making-- I have a problem folks: I might have makeup in my makeup drawer that was purchased when I was in the seventh grade. (What if Popsicle Pink lipstick comes back into vogue?)

I can’t even throw out my Free Tibet shirt which has more holes than fabric at this point. I’m very attached to this shirt and what if I wake up one day and not a single item of clothing will do except this comfy, super-soft Free Tibet shirt?

So, today I start the process of the great and grand purge. I will be ruthless. I will dump mounds and pounds of useless objects until my home is free from the useless and tasteless debris that can be found behind all closet doors, cupboards and in the attic and basement.

I did learn the basics on how to dump the junk in the main rooms…so my house appears to be neat and tidy, when in reality it is bursting with stuff in every dark corner – from attic to basement.

So here goes, let the purge begin and the first thing I’m ridding myself of is the “what ifs”.

Is there anything you save because of the what ifs and if so, what is it? And what will you do if you throw it out and then decide you need it? What if that happens?


Oh no, here I go again.

15 Comments:

Blogger Nilbo said...

I cannot purge on my own. I always bring a disinterested second voice to assist in a major purge.

With clothing, it is my daughter. She is utterly ruthless and an implacable foe of excess clothes. She culled my wife's sweater collection from (you will think I am kidding but I assure you I am not) over 200 (!) sweaters down to just over 60.

(Oh, we're not talking Paris Hilton, buy a sweater and forget you bought it kinda collection: every one of those sweaters had been worn many, many times. So you can imagine how far back some of them went.

A hint: I had a clear image of sitting on the couch with my future wife, watching John Dean's Watergate testimony as part of a political science assignment, and she was wearing one of the sweaters that she made an impassioned argument for keeping. The argument: "But the woman who knitted it for me has passed away. This is keeping her memory alive." "And what was her name?" "Umm ... I can find out ..." "Yeah, gone.")

She allows two articles of sentimental value, the rest, you have to make a convincing case for. And really, when you're making those arguments aloud, you realize just how weak they are.

So, take someone along who doesn't share your attachment to the articles in question and who you wo't be able to bully into letting stuff slip through. Amazing how big the pile of junk grows - and how little you will miss it.

9:40 AM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

Nilbo, as always you are a font of great ideas. I really should ask my sister to come help me as she lives in a house where every flat surface is totally free from tchotchkes.

Kitchen counters can be wiped from one end to the other without lifting up a single countertop item.

Dresser tops are lucky if a single framed photo is displayed. Even her mantel is sparely decorated...maybe a vase and a candle stick but that's it.

She gets a high from throwing things out...the same high I get from squirreling away all possible what ifs.

That's it, I'm calling her!

You're right on with putting emotional attachments to material items...i'm going to limit myself to two too.

(I've always wanted to write a noncontrived sentence that had all three t(w)o(o)s in a row!)

Yeah for me!

10:44 AM  
Blogger Ilanna said...

There's another option too :)

Call one of those junk/estate dealer type places... Pile up all of the stuff you are THINKING of getting rid of but haven't yet. They will appraise it and you might even MAKE money on the deal, and then think of what you can do with that new found $$. :)

Also, I agree, someone not attatched needs to come in and be ruthless. Or do what i'm doing, and rehab part of your house. I"m redoing all my floors. That means, that I have to now clean up the clothing pile that lives in FRONT of my dresser, since my dresser is full. and the pile blocking me from the dresser isnt' a problem cuz i can't wear anything in there anyway. so it will finally get cleaned up in the process of having to move it so I can have a pretty new floor. :)

10:49 AM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

Ilanna, I fear most of my junk is just that, sentimental crap that no one would want...but, I might just have clothing old enough to qualify for "vintage"!

House rehabs and moving are a big help in the dumping process.

Thanks to you and Niblo I have the urge to purge and purge I will!

10:52 AM  
Blogger dashababy said...

You need to move. Seriously. All that stuff becomes a whole lot less important when thinking of moving it to the next place.

Take it from me, a reformed pack rat and current mover of a pack rat.

1:52 PM  
Blogger lawbrat said...

OMG MaryBishop- i'm twitching just reading this! Throw, throw, throw! For the love of life, throw.

I'll come with your sister, and help you throw! Clutter is a bad, bad word. BAD. Its like saying GWB is *gasp* good- ewww!

Theres an idea- each time you throw out an item, or donate it, think- ahhh, GWB is NOT good. Smile.

5:11 PM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

Lawbrat...you will be proud, I've dumped and bagged and dumped some more...I guess it wasn't quite as bad as I thought...but I'm not done either.

Dashababy...so true, moving really makes you assess what's important...what you want to pick up and wrap and box and lift and lug and then do the opposite on the other side.

You're a good daughter...I tried to leave a msg on your blog today but for some reason it wouldn't stick...I don't think...but the above was the gist.

6:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I vacillate between being a pack rat and feeling liberated when transferring things out of my personal space.

I have very little tangible stuff from my childhood or when I was even in my 20s. I could fit it all in one box.

I do save drawings given to me by the children in my life and homemade birthday cards. But not much else.

The only thing I hesitate to get rid of is memories and stories. Ideas for things I want to write. Of course, I would get rid of them (or transform them) by writing them down. I'm afraid I am not going to do them justice - this is something I posted about recently. Just last night some memories came to mind when I was posting some pictures, and I decided to take the plunge and write them down. Very cathartic.

When I was back in college (art school) there was a period where I drew from my dreams and the things that haunted me. I needed to create some of those things in the physical world so I could put a "name" to them and let them go. Some of the things I made terrified me. I destroyed them, and that was cathartic, too. In a different way.

So are there things we instinctively want to hoard (memories) and things from which we instinctively want to be liberated (fears)?

Here's something: As a child, there were times when there was not much food around. At other times, my mom would overshop for food. I find that I do that now, sometimes. I find that I am hoarding food for a "rainy day". I think it means something; I think the food makes some kind of emotional connection for me. But like any hoarding, it is unsatisfying. Doesn't address the real underlying need or want, or discomfort, or fear.

Assuming for a moment that you never wanted to change, assuming it was not a problem to continue keeping all your things, how does having all your things around you make you feel?

Now imagine how you might feel, if after giving the things up, that decided you should have kept something after all, what is that feeling?

6:18 PM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

Sheryl...you're right..it is always the memories I'm trying to keep forever by having the tangible "thing" to remind me...and I guess the bills and pay stubs are a bit of paranoia and the desire not to have to spend a week in an intimate position with my shredder.

To answer your questions which are great ones: Having too many things clouds my mind, wastes time and keeps me from finding what I do want.

The "I wish I had kept it" feeling would be a hard one...no going back.

Oy, no wonder why I struggle with things....still the former feeling of freedom and control is what I'm striving for...

Thanks for your thoughts and experiences...thanks for the questions. It makes things clearer for me.

7:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm going with Nilbo, you need someone else with a clear eye.

Because really, that ugly ceramic hula girl lamp your great auntie gave you is crap and you know it but you need another person to really see that.

9:28 PM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

Melissa, you crack me up! But how about the WWII music box, ashtray, cigarette holder, calendar box I have? Should I throw that out? What if I want to hear Santa Lucia while smoking and also need to know the date? Huh? What about that one? tee hee

7:11 AM  
Blogger kimananda said...

What a timely post, as I am in the middle of going through some old stuff of my own, and purging whatever I can.

Otherwise, I must agree with Dashababy...the secret to getting rid of stuff is to move. And then soon after, move again. I used to be as big of a packrat as there is, but after several apartments in Lisbon, and then moving to London, and then Copenhagen, I'm much more of a minimalist (not totally, but much more). But there are some things I won't throw away, such as old journal entries, which I will never, ever re-read, and a couple sentimental items. However, the trick is to get rid of things regularly so that there isn't so much pile-up. In fact, I'm off to weed through some more now!

11:41 AM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

Kimananda...I'm purging like crazy and even though I just came back from shopping and bringing in some new items, I've already thrown out an equal ammount of junk to keep it even.

Husband did a dump trip yesterday and normally I'd have to paw through each item lamenting its passing...but not now...I didn't even look.

1:28 PM  
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8:12 AM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

WBWGS-- Um...I went to your blog and read this: "This product will be a new form of chicken noodle soup that requires no refrigeration, no preparation, simply squeeze and enjoy. Perhaps it will be packaged so it can be squeezed directly into the mouth. It is said to be quite "Tasty!" It will soon be available to the masses.

I understand this product is made of young human meat. I challenge anyone to have it scientifically proven that it is not made of human meat. Please tell everyone you know, and perhaps even a few you don't, that this product should not be purchased."

And you go on to predict the world ending in 2011...

Um...that's all I want to say

8:43 AM  

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