I live in a teeny tiny cottage. I have no garden, no garage, no loft, very little storage space. I’m a self confessed minimalist and have an addiction to throwing stuff away.
Despite all this, I always manage to find more clutter to get rid of.
Because we all own too much fucking stuff.
Even the tidiest and most houseproud of us have endless random crap which would be better off in the dustbin or charity shop.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those endless shopaholics who constantly replace the toaster, cushions and side tables because I get bored easily. I do enjoy shopping for my home but I very rarely do so. Most of my furniture is from charity shops. Even my plates are. This is because I love forming my own collection of beautiful and random objects and arranging them to get the best out of them.
I adore natural furnishings of wood, leather, sheepskin rugs, vintage patterns and handmade personalised accessories.
My former militant vegan self would be horrified of my house of death.
(if you don’t get that reference watch Ace Ventura. Seriously, it’s awesome.)
Last night I was feeling rather fed up and frustrated. I’ve been feeling this way for a while now. I think because last year was so endlessly busy for me, and then Christmas has been a whirlwind, now it’s the New Year and work’s very quiet, the bad weather has prevented me from going out and things just seem a bit dull and dreary.
So what’s the best way to cheer oneself up? Having a clear out, of course!
Now you would have thought an obsessively tidy person like myself wouldn’t have much clutter left to dispose of. You’d be wrong.
I have a small but beautiful kitchen. In every kitchen I’ve been in, they all have a corner cupboard. These are magnets for hoarding shite.
Especially under the counter corner cupboards are prone to clutter as they are awkward, inaccessible and out of sight.
Don’t preach to me about those “magical” lazy susan type gadgets where shelves fold out of the cupboard like some origami witchcraft. In reality they’re impractical. You have to put things back on them so carefully and plan the height of each item. You end up ramming the bloody thing back in only for all the endless crap to fall out and into the abyss.
I decided to brave the depths of my kitchen cupboards and discover what mould-infused nick-knacks are lurking in there.
Time flew by and before I knew it I’d come away with 2 large bags of stuff to go to the charity shop. I re organised the space and even found old, forgotten kilner jars that I managed to make use of. The finished results was outstanding. Simplified. Easy to use. Logical. Beautiful.
Like the sad fucker I am, I kept going back into the kitchen and opening the cupboards just to admire my awesome handiwork.
Here’s looking forward to the next tidying session!