The Indecision of Decluttering

What ifs, Buts, and You Never Knows

In the spring of 1978, I was 19, and I packed my Datsun Hatchback with my young life’s belongings: one large box of clothes, one smaller box of record albums, one very small box of childhood mementos, a couple of books, and Jessica, my long-haired cat. I was moving to Houston to start my official adulting adventure.

Forty-five years later, I am surrounded by a lifetime of stuff: the record albums are long gone but replaced with decades of CDs, Jessica is gone, but Stache, Beau, and Ryder now share my home, the large box of clothes is now a walk-in closet packed with clothes for four seasons and my little box of childhood mementos sits on a shelf.

I have been decluttering for several years, and one day, I complained about the process of eliminating stuff to a friend, and she said, “You haven’t moved often enough. When you are forced to move every 3-5 years like I was, you learn quickly what you don’t want or need.”

That made me think of another friend who spent a year’s worth of weekends going through her parents’ home and barn after they died. They had lived there for forty years and seemingly held on to everything. One room in the house was filled with forty years of paperwork, packed neatly into file boxes. My son lives a different lifestyle, pursuing experiences rather than stuff, and has told me repeatedly that he wants none of my stuff. I don’t want to leave him the burden of cleaning out a lifetime of stuff. I want to downsize to a much smaller residence with a small yard so I can spend less time taking care of stuff.

Decluttering is big business: Goodwill operates 4200 stores in the US, and its 2022 revenue was $7.4 billion. There are hundreds of books on decluttering, courses that will guide you through the process, and coaches who will come to your home to help. I even found research that looked at how our stuff negatively affects our thinking and our emotions.

After decades of acquiring, I am now in the decluttering phase of my life as I prepare to downsize to a smaller home to age in (I wrote about planning my next move in Revising a Dream).  I have been donating and selling items for the last two years. Each week, I would spend an hour or two going through various places of accumulation, shaking my head, and mumbling these questions: What was I thinking? Why do I still have this? When was the last time I used this? Who would even want this?

But now my decluttering is getting personal as I consider my lifestyle and my creative pursuits. 

The Bookcases

I love books. My relationship with books offers a tour of my many interests. I have hundreds of books, mostly nonfiction, that live on six bookcases in three different rooms. They are grouped by subject: gardening, herbal medicine, botany, ecology, natural history, travel, field guides, cooking, fiber art, women’s history, feminism, writing, and one shelf filled with anthologies from English courses I completed in 1986. (Don’t ask about the number of digital books on my Kindle; they don’t take up any physical space, so they don’t count.) The internet is quick and easy, but I like the joy that books bring me.

I donate 10-15 books each month to the Friends group of my local library, who manage a small used book shop within the library. The shop is conveniently located next to the donation barrel, so after I drop off my donation, I pop into the little shop because you never know what I might find…You see the problem, don’t you?

I thought about tidying up the bookcases before I took this photo but the truth is the books look like this because they are used. I pull books out each day and then get a bit lazy about putting them back.

The Walk-in Closet

I don’t buy many clothes, but I do hang on them. I stopped working in an office and classroom 15 years ago but held on to my professional clothes for the next decade because you never know…

I have committed to purging at least one item of clothing each week. 

Footwear is also a bit of an issue. I invest in quality and expensive shoes and boots, but do I really need three pairs of winter boots (deep snow, light snow, and dressy)? Another insult of aging is that my feet got larger and most of my footwear is a bit too tight.

And goodness, covered in plastic and hidden by winter coats, is my wedding gown—now 40 years old and in a size that I will never wear again (much less marry again). I am not a nostalgic person, so why has this been hanging in my closet for 40 years? Hanging next to it is a bridesmaid dress that had to be custom-made for me because I was eight months pregnant (another phase of my life long gone) when I wore it - once. I kept the dress because I loved the fabric and thought I would reuse it for a shirt or skirt or something. Both of these items need to go. 

I live in yoga/hiking pants, t-shirts, summer skirts, and an assortment of ragged gardening clothes so my purging skills need to be more rigorous in my walk-in closet.

The China Hutch

Thirty years ago, I inherited my grandmother’s original Fiestaware collection. I love the bright colors and simple design but the truth is I only use it a couple of times a year. Until last year, I had it stuffed into a too-small bookcase. I picked up this hutch from someone who was downsizing (yes, I see the irony) and now love the colorful display of the collection. For now, it stays, and once I find a new home, I will decide then if it will move with me. But when I look at homes on Zillow I find myself looking for an open wall to place my cabinet, so I think that decision has already been made. Oh, the struggle.

Looking at a photo of this has helped me to see that there are items that need to go. It was a reminder of how accustomed we are to living with our stuff.

The Barn

Half my barn is dedicated to my gardening efforts: tools, two wheelbarrows, fencing, too many nursery pots of every size, tomato cages, a worktable, hoses, and five-gallon buckets. I have already decided that whoever buys my place must be an avid gardener and will inherit most of this stuff.

The half of the barn where I keep my gardening tools and supplies. The blue bins contain cedar bark that I peeled from a fallen tree about 25 years ago. I have made several baskets with it but it is harder to find cedar trees so I consider those bins precious. The work table is an old countertop and I use it to cure my garlic and onions.

Since I don’t have a garage, the other half of the barn is where I store seasonal tires, the lawn mower in the winter, the snowblower in the summer, the log splitter most of the year, deck furniture, and a big collection of leftover lumber and other house repair materials. This stuff is still used so it stays for now. 

The Well House

Most rural properties have a well with a pump and a shelter to protect the system from the outdoor elements. A previous owner built a shed with shelving, which is perfect for storing my outdoor recreation stuff. Half of the shelves are filled with bins of car camping equipment and are getting more use as I venture back out on my own to camp, so it stays though the bins would benefit from a bit of a clean out. The remaining shelf space holds two inflatable kayaks, oars, life vests, XC skis, snowshoes, and fishing gear. Reviewing the inventory, I admitted to myself that I hadn’t used the XC skis in many years, and the snowshoes turned out not to be as much fun as I thought. The inflatable kayaks were used several times on a river I no longer visit and are difficult to navigate on lakes, which I do like to visit. 

Yet, I feel resistant to letting go of this stuff I haven’t used in years. I think because it holds the potential for fun…what if I want to use it someday? But each time I see this unused stuff, I chide myself for not using my outdoor toys more often. It’s time to let go of these toys. Besides, I have been thinking about getting a stand-up paddle board for the lakes. I need to make room. Did I just write that?

The Shop

Another outbuilding on my homestead serves as both shop and storage. The shop side is a mess, and most of it should just go: containers of every imaginable nail, screw, and latch made, my son’s collections of tools, and an assortment of items that I haven’t used in years. But what if I need them to fix something?

The storage side of the shop houses two freezers, a shelving unit for my pots and supplies for dyeing with plants, a generator, and my late husband’s metal cabinet plastered with stickers and decals holding household paint supplies. The cabinet will stay, and the generator and one of the freezers will be sold. The natural dyeing stuff is part of a larger issue that I will get to in a bit.

There’s a table of red and green plastic bins that hold a lifetime of Christmas decorations. This is where a bit of nostalgia kicks in: I love a large colorful Christmas tree and, over the years, invested in a beautiful collection of expensive handblown glass ornaments. Each year, I try to eliminate some of them but have not been very successful. The ornaments are collectibles, and I could sell them individually on Etsy or eBay, but…not quite yet.

My ornament collection fills me with joy…but only one month a year. And big trees are getting harder to handle.

The Project Room 

Hobbies are my biggest problem. When I moved here, I decided to use the master bedroom as my project room. I have a long worktable that I regularly use to make herbal remedies and body care products, cut fabric, block finished knitted projects, weave baskets, dry herbs from the garden, wind yarn, and, after my greenhouse collapsed, start seeds.

The shelves are full of stuff to make stuff, and the bins under the table hold yarn and fabric. I am slowly eliminating unused items and have pledged not to buy any yarn or material until I use or donate what I already have. In a recent discussion with my online knitting group, we talked about our stashes: crafters collect stashes of supplies. I think knitters are some of the “best” craft stashers (though the quilters I know could give them a run for their money). One woman in the knitting group uses a spare bedroom to house over 1800 skeins of yarn! Many of us have stashes that require a spreadsheet to track what we have (guilty). But it’s the knitter who lived in a studio apartment who shared a most remarkable strategy: she only buys yarn for one project at a time because she has no storage space. Huh, what a concept…but what if there is a good sale on yarn?

Organized chaos: the shelves hold dried herbs, baskets for wildcrafting, dehydrated fruits & vegetables, basket basket-weaving materials. The bins under the table are filled with yarn and a few unfinished fiber projects (also on the to-do list). The temporary seed sowing station is on the unseen end of the table. Guess I could have tidied up a bit more but this is a workroom with multiple projects in various levels of progress.

My creative hobbies are important to me; they keep my brain stimulated and my hands busy. As I look at smaller homes, I look for a room that could serve as my project room. But the stash of dried herbs, yarn, fabric, and basket materials must be downsized. 

Please share this essay with friends and family, and on your social media.

Now it’s your turn. Tell me about your decluttering efforts and share your tips. Do you struggle with decluttering? What’s your plan for your stuff? And if you don’t have an accumulation of stuff, tell us how it feels.