I didn’t really nest when I was pregnant with the Sproglette. I lived in Ukraine and we had few possessions there, plus it was summer and I was far too busy socialising.
When we arrived back in Australia, there was quite a bit of time spent cleaning our house in Brisbane, as our tenants had trashed it. I think this served the nesting instinct. (I would like to thank an empty house, sugar soap, and lots of bending and stretching for delivery Little Miss Sproglette right on her due date).
Our place in Darwin is not huge, and the wardrobe particularly is overcrowded with 2.5 years worth of winter clothes that we collected in Ukraine.
This morning, I was gripped with an Urge. An Urge borne not from pregnancy hormones, as you may think… rather, and urge to not have to pick up all the shit that falls off the top shelf in the course of the day and peg it back up there, hoping the mountain of old clothes won’t topple and smother me. Or the Sprog.
After much sorting and folding, I filled three 30 litre bags with clothes, shoes, handbags and underwear (it’s never been worn – I live in denial and always seem to think I can fit my arse into size 12 undies. Which I haven’t done for 10 years).
I plan to donate these bags to Vinnies. (I’ve been inspired by my old blog friend, Sabrina who set herself the challenge of ’40 Bags for 40 Days’. I haven’t done much reading about it, but I’m guessing that, for every day of lent, one must chuck out a bag of stuff… Not a bad idea really).
The next round of purging – and this one may hurt – will be the bookshelves. Which are so overladen that the shelves have collapsed on one another.
I’m not a spring cleaner, I’m a hoarder. However, I haven’t had trouble letting go at each major move. Do you spring clean? Are you neat? Any tips for keeping neat and decluttering as you go?