I am a perfectionist...but only in the heart and mind so that makes me a wannabe perfectionist. I am a pack rat...but only when it comes to things of my deceased mother's or my children's drawings when they were little, or old letters, or cross-stitch books and threads, etc. I could go on and on. Someone else seeing it may say, "no..she is truly a pack rat."
Our basement, where our some of our boys' bedrooms were, and also the family room, was all changed after they left home. Ned took one bedroom and had an office. Another bedroom was used for guests. Then the former family room (huge) started looking more like a warehouse of boxes and excess furniture, paint cans, boots, clothes galore, etc....you get the picture. It became a "dumping ground" for things we still wanted but had no room for in the upper main part of the house.
For several years I have told my family I wanted to get it cleaned out. Give away, throw away, take to Senior Citizen center, etc. But just get rid of it. The day finally came when my sweet daughter in-law Tina...the driving force in this project...came over with 23 totes and we went to work. I sat and oohed and awed and got sentimental. She tenderly would just bring me back from "memories" and have me get things in the totes. Bless her heart...she even got her husband Craig and son Derek and my dear husband Ned to work this last Saturday. We worked solid from 10:00 in the morning until 5:00 (except for Ned...he went to Priesthood meeting). We did not even stop for lunch. Tina labeled each tote with: "papers to go through, Family (to go through), Trash, Halloween, Christmas, Valentines, Projects to finish, Genealogy, Senior Citizen Center" and on and on. Why there was even a tote for me with "Keepsakes" on it.
Derek looked around after the room was completely cleaned up and even the carpet taken up and said, "Wow, this room is big. I have only seen it with boxes of things all over." He couldn't believe that there was actually a room. He is excited to know that we are going to put it back into a family room...paint the walls, new carpet, new lighting, game tables for the grandchildren. I am excited too....or will be as soon as I go through all the boxes and totes of papers and "things" and find a home for them. My upper house now looks messy with all the boxes around but that should be impetus for me to get the final weeding out done. Clearing everything out will give the men of the family plenty of room to get the remodeling done and shelves made.
I have so many projects to do after this: Make a cookbook of all Ned's mother's recipes and my mother too. Make something with all the quilt fabric I found. Give the boxes and boxes of beautiful yarn my mother had and give it to the church. Do a life story of my mother and get all the genealogy data done so I can throw away things I don't need to have. Give away many, many books...mainly church books. Do photo/scrapbook albums for my grandparents, my mother and myself. I could go on and on...the list is getting very long. If I start now I should be finished in about 20 years....
hmmmm.
I had lots of "people" living in my basement in my boxes: my mother, father, grandparents, other relatives, my children, Ned and myself. Time to let go and let the lives be told and shared through stories, pictures, recipes, quilts, etc., instead of laying in boxes for years.
Share with me your projects for the year. Do you have "stories" that are hidden in your basement, attic, etc. ?
Mimi's Thought for the Day: "Things" are nice, fun, pretty, warm our hearts, especially those "things" left to us by our ancestors: doilies, quilts, pictures, toys, journals, etc. But our ancestors also gave us something more: love, sharing, caring, teachings, testimonies, etc. What do you suppose you will be able to "take" with you one day? What will you "leave" as a legacy for your descendants?