I’m currently contemplating a house move, and with a cold, wet weekend forecast, I figured it was the perfect time to start another big clean-out.
There’s something cathartic about chucking things out. Having lived in 22 houses, I’ve become something of a professional when it comes to packing, moving, setting up—and yes, even hanging artwork on moving day. My long-suffering handyman has seen it all. I’m the envy of many friends when it comes to relocating—clearly a niche skill I’ve mastered!
Today’s mission: the shed. But honestly, it was a bit of a letdown—hardly anything to toss. For the first time ever, I’ve actually booked a hard rubbish collection and am disproportionately excited about it!
In the meantime, I’ve turned my attention to sorting through the kids’ old artwork and school essays. The dilemma: what to keep and what to let go? I’ve started compiling folders of their best pieces—absolutely priceless. One day, they’ll thank me. I’m sure of it.
Then there are the endless birthday and Christmas cards. I have kept all from my family and various friends that pen brilliant, witty messages or manage to source the funniest of cards that depict my personality to a tee! I have to say there seem to be a lot of people with similar weird, and often hilarious personality traits like me, which is reassuring and concerning at the same time! What I do know, my “luckies” all have a terrific sense of humour, and I seem to be on the end of it most times! I am taking this as a compliment for now!
Tonight, I am tackling books. I mean how many books on France, Italy, cooking, fashion, art, can one have. I am only keeping my absolute favourites. It is time to travel light.
Now, about salad bowls—there appears to have been a mass exodus in that kitchen category. If any of you are holding mine hostage, I’d love them back. Same goes for salad servers, which are also mysteriously MIA.
As for my artwork, the colourful abstracts are going nowhere. They’ve been faithful companions for many years. Someone once remarked that all my homes look the same, which I think is a testament to the objects and pieces I’ve collected along the way. It’s comforting, really, surrounding yourself with a life lived.
I’m looking forward to the next chapter, wherever that may be.
Stay tuned…follow your bliss….
XX Ringo XX