I have boxes and boxes filled with random stuff.
Most of the time, it’s because I just don’t know what to do with it. I hate to get rid of something that brings back a special memory. Even though I only experience the memory when I run across it in a box.
I went to a garage sale a few years ago and found a huge group of collector drinking glasses from the 80s.
Meaning, these things were about 20 years old. And they were in perfect, never used condition.
They brought back so many memories for me. I’m sure they did the same for the person who originally collected them. They had been stored in a special box, wrapped up with care. It was in my eBay days, so I sold a few, but I decided to keep the ones I loved the most.
And use them.
Hubby and I have shared many fun childhood memories with the kids because of these glasses, and they are great conversation starters with guests.
We’re using them.
So they’re not clutter.
I’m trying to view other things this way now. If an item has purpose AND sentimental value, I use it.
Like the cutesy burp cloths someone made for us. They’re BURP cloths. Not exactly something you put in a lighted display case. But they’re adorable and they bring back great memories. Recently, after finding them in a drawer somewhere for the 600th time, I decided to use them as cleaning rags. Now, I get to enjoy them every time I wipe down the bathroom counters, which is (generally) a lot more often than I go through boxes.
I may reserve my favorite ones for the less intense jobs, but I love that they’re being used. I’m pretty sure that throwing them in the trash once they’re falling apart from ten years of usefulness will be easier than throwing them in the trash while they’re still “perfectly good” but I can’t justify one more box of random stuff in my garage.
And, even though it’s hard to admit, that huge Hulk Hogan cup, which my husband found while digging through a box of his college stuff . . . is now my favorite cup!