My husband and I are starting to think about what to hang on the walls in our new house. Before we moved, our daughter told me, “Mother, if you don’t hang your pictures within a week after you move, you’ll never do it.” I disagreed with her then, and I […]
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Going on Hiatus While I Move
We are in the final days now before my husband and I move to our new home. I’m planning to take a two-week hiatus on this blog while we move. But in this last post from our old house, I wanted to let readers know how it’s going. In two […]
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Treasures and Trash: Down Memory Lane
In our decluttering plan, I assigned my husband to clean the basement. Most of the things down there are his, so that made sense to me. Plus, the unfinished portion of our basement is known for harboring large spiders, and I have arachnophobia. He has been slow to get to […]
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More Treasures: Decluttering My Son’s Room
I’ve discovered that my son is more sentimental about the past than my daughter. That doesn’t really surprise me, despite gender stereotypes. He has always been a thoughtful kid, and he is (or at least, was) a “Feeling” type on the Myers-Briggs scale for decision making. When I involved my […]
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Treasures That Might Have Been, and Those That Survive
As I’ve delved deeper into closets and drawers and boxes, I’ve found all sorts of things. And on a recent visit, I had my daughter go through her belongings to decide what we should save. She is far less sentimental about “things” than I am, and she kept very little. […]
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My Son’s First Birthday Party
Today my son turns thirty-seven. As I’ve been going through boxes, trying to declutter, I found some pictures of his first birthday party. Obviously, I would never throw these pictures out. In fact, I find it very hard to throw out any pictures. Finding these snapshots completely stopped my decluttering […]
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On Punching Up and Pizzazz
I met with my real estate agent for three hours one afternoon last week. She’s a neighbor and a friend, so I knew I could be open with her about all the quirks and cracks and over-full closets in the house. Still, it’s a very vulnerable feeling to reveal your […]
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