There comes a time when even those who think they are mighty must fall. I crumpled at the craft, well I don’t know what to call it. “Room” gives it a gravitas it does not deserve and “Pile” fails to bring across the enormit of the job. In 1999 I began scrapbooking. I had always kept our photograph albums up to date and scrapbooking combined this with my love of playing with paper, pens and ink. All went swimmingly, I created pages that were lovely to look at, that had lots of journalling so we knew who everyone was and what they were doing and everybody loved to flick through them. Then two things happened. Photography went digital and scrapbooking went mainstream in the UK.
Net result, too many photographs and too many materials to work with. Once I had to buy 80% of my stock online from the States, now I could get it in TK Maxx and Tescos. Sadly, the latter resulted in the death of practically every bricks and mortar scrapping shop and we have come full circle. If I want anything other than twee tat, I mainly have to buy from the US. Once again, I digress.
I couldn’t be bothered to collate my photographs any longer. There were too many of them and I had too many materials. I didn’t know where to start. So I am going back to my roots….
I am not a tidy declutterer. I like to get stuff out and sort it into piles or the bin. Only when I am finished do I put it all in order. Odd, perhaps as I am so organised elsewhere. I think it’s because to me the declutter process has priority over the tidy process. I just want to get it out asap.
The desk is the “holding” area, most stuff on here will be allowed to stay. But not necesssarily here. In the meantime I have emptied both the filing cabinet and the wooden chest of drawers but not done anything about the stuff that usually lives on the desk (paints and pens mainly). Not ideal, but I’ll get there in the end.
Work in progress.
Stuff to go. First dibs go to Sunday School and Messy Church, then local crafting friends and then the good old Charity shop.
Starting to look better.
And finally, because all that was rather stressfull. Some calming tulips.