An empty attic. Paperwork in order. And a decluttered wardrobe.
And remember what William Morris said.
“If you want a golden rule that will fit everything, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.”
This is nearly all the contents of my moms wardrobe. 5 bags of shoes. 2 Gloverall duffle coats. 3 Burberry macs, another 3 overcoats. I have bagged up 50 pairs of trousers and 40 tops and cardigans and maybe 50 dresses. There are bags inside bags, postcards from the 40’s sent by strangers. There are 80 years of photographs to go through.
I have to wash the clothes then decide what to do with them. In the meantime they are filling the floor of my dining room.
This is my promise to my children.
I will walk around the house and look at what we have in the home. I will open cupboards, go through my wardrobe, count how many shoes I have and recall the last time I wore them. I will then imagine what it will be like for my lovely children to do this when they are in mouning . I will consider what will they do with all this stuff, and think of the hard decisions they will have to make. The ones I am having to make now.Then I will ask myself three questions. Do I really need this? Do I love it? Do I use it?
I will share and enjoy what money I have now.
I will declutter.
I will donate or sell the clothes I don’t wear.
I will make a memory box with special photos and letters, and then be truly ruthless with everything else.
I will start doing this now.
Today. After I have sorted my moms stuff. Just found 4 Vyella jackets and some more silk tops. The mountain is growing and my house is looking like a reality tv show where you have to move bags to walk across the room.
When mom died there was (and still is) so much to do and none of it is a pleasant task. Yet truly, the paperwork, the solicitors, insensitive bank staff and arranging the funeral was easier than the task I have ahead of me.