Favorite Thing Friday: Letting Stuff Go


We all have that one closet. You know, the one that hasn’t been opened in months for fear of an avalanche. Such a closet lurks within the clean exterior of my guest bedroom. For years, I’ve been slowly filling it with scrapbooking supplies, beads, buttons, ribbon, fabric, tools, glue, paint, and about a million other things.  Yup, my avalanche closet is the craft closet. Every time I open the door, I wonder if I should have worn a helmut. How scary is that??

Every crafter has the same problem. Where do you put all the little odds and ends left over from a project? Or the supplies you bought for a project you’ll make in the future? What about the half finished projects you’ll get around to finishing later? Before you know it, an entire closet is filled from floor to ceiling.

My craft closet may classify me as a pre-hoarder. For the last 15 years, I’ve saved everything craft related because I kept thinking there would be a project down the line where a thingamabob would be useful. On top of that, I inherited a bunch of stuff from my grandma’s craft closet. Saving her craft items went beyond possible future use. In many ways, holding onto her things helped me hold onto her.

It didn’t take long for me to realize that saving a mountain of objects to preserve an emotional attachment to a loved one is not healthy. Nor is it a good idea to hold onto five different colors of unused raffia for ten years. There comes a point where it’s time to clear things out and let them go.

This week, I started the grueling process of pulling out boxes, sorting items, and organizing. Despite my practical attachment to useful items, I’m finding it surprisingly easy to discard items I no longer need, (no matter how good it is). Some things end up in the trash, while others go in a donation box. I found a great little thrift store that accepts gently used craft items. Boy, are they in for a windfall donation when I get done with this closet!

While the clearing out process has been invigorating, there are moments of struggle. Yesterday, I went through all of my paper crafting  supplies and rubber stamps. Making cards and scrapbook journals were projects I did with my Grandma and many of the items I have belonged to her.

As I sat with two giant boxes of stamps and stacks of decorative card stock, I thought about a conversation I had with my mother. She reminded me that I don’t have to hold onto every little thing my Grandma owned in order to remember her. The memories are always going to be there, even without the stuff. And you know what? My mother is 100% right.

I kept a few things I know I’ll use, but I got rid of the rest. Another donation box is full and I have a feeling my Grandma would approve. As more things leave my closet, so does the weight of keeping all of that stuff. What a nice feeling it is to be so light.

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What’s your favorite thing this week?

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c.b.w. 2015


18 thoughts on “Favorite Thing Friday: Letting Stuff Go

  1. I feel your pain. We’ve been doing a lot of clearing out of the garage and the study. The study is basically our craft closet. Andrea’s spent most of the week in there cleaning and organizing and purging. It looks great, but we have made several trips to Goodwill, and our trash can was full to overflowing this week. Not easy, but definitely gratifying!


    • It’s kind of amazing how much we keep without even realizing it. I already had a donation pile going from when I cleaned out our clothes and linen closets. Now the pile is growing even larger with all the craft closet donations. Who knew we had that much stuff crammed in just three closets!

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  2. We have just gone through this process as we put our house up for sale. Things have a habit of mounting up especially in the “maybe”, “just in case” category. I’ve promised myself to be tougher and you’re right, it does feel lighter. Well done to balance this against the emotional ties.


    • I figure I have a few very special items from both of my grandparents and that’s enough. Everything else can move on and make someone new happy. Knowing the donated items are going to get used feels a lot better than just letting them sit in a closet.

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  3. I do the same thing, though I prefer the term “pack rat” to hoarder. lol. However, I recently did the same: sorted through the things I have in that closet and cleaned out those things that shouldn’t be there.

    Getting rid of things that have any sort of emotional significance has always been hard for me too, but knowing that someone else can enjoy them makes it worth it. 🙂


    • My mother used to call me a pack rat when I was younger. Now I know it was code for “OMG, my daughter might be a hoarder.” 😉 I do tend to collect things and form emotional attachments, but I’ve always known when I get too close to the “scary” line of holding onto things.

      I’m hoping all the craft supplies I donate will inspire someone to create something wonderful. You’re right – that feeling is amazing!

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  4. I need to do this…I started small today…cleaned my desk…too many little items wind up being stuffed away here and there and there comes a time when one must say “no, I don’t need to keep the extra button that comes in that handy little bag for a shirt that I don’t even know if I own anymore.”

    I’m so glad you’re doing this, C.B. it definitely feels good to lighten. 🙂

    My favorite thing today…a much needed nap.


    • My little project has inspired my husband to clean out the garage (thank goodness!), so it looks like we’ll be getting rid of even more stuff.

      I keep those little buttons, too! Why do we do this??? 😉

      I took a much deserved nap today as well. Building a 9 compartment cube storage shelf was exhausting! It’s the centerpiece of my new organizational system for the craft closet. 🙂

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    • I’d rather donate it. Selling stuff usually requires more effort than I’m willing to give. Besides, I’d rather it go to the thrift store where I know the proceeds will go to families in need. 🙂


  5. At this point, I’m looking at a door,
    the one that leads out of the room;
    I’m not allowed to look behind me,
    only to remember what was in the room,
    and to stand here, pausing, breath held,
    walking Grandma’s Footsteps, my mad eyes
    recording every crease and crack of carpet
    and curtain in this corner, regretting
    the slipping, skipping, slighting ignorance
    I used when I first came into the room,
    now holding fast every relic, bone, book,
    and bracelet, every sorry scrap I have…


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