I have to tell you, while garage saling (yes, that’s a word in my world) last Saturday I came across this gigantic knick knack sale of crazy proportions….I mean tables and tables of just knick knack crafty old stuff. A lot of it was still in original boxes and packaging. Like dating 30 years or more!
Wow it took me a long time to search through it all. BUT the best part of the story or not so best part comes next. When I was checking out I asked the lady in charge if someone had passed away because there was just so much STUFF and she said “No, it’s my mom’s stuff and she’s a hoarder.” EEEEkkkkkkk “wow”, I said. And she said “Yeah, it’s been really stressful going through everything, but I finally convinced her to do it” she seemed really SAD. 🙁
I didn’t know what to say so I just said what I always do at garage sales. “Does she have any furniture?” wink wink, (I’m winking at you, the reader, not the lady). Anywho, she looked at me real weird and said “Let me ask her if its OK for me to take you inside the house”. OMG (goodness)!!!! I might get to go in? What? I wasn’t prepared. I didn’t know if I actually wanted to go in. But then she said “yes”! What? Ok I thought…here we go. If she has said yes then I better do it so I don’t offend!!
We walked to the front door and she put her hand on the knob and stopped, turned back towards me (I was right on her heels) and said “prepare yourself”….. AAAggghhhhh….Ok I thought, here we go. We stepped inside and it was out of a nightmare. I instantly felt overwhelmed and sad for this lady and her daughter.
It wasn’t hoarder like up to the ceilings stuff it was hoarder like old, old, old stuff EVERYWHERE. Almost like an abandoned storage unit but someone lived there. It smelled bad and the carpet was ancient and thick with dirt. I didn’t know what to say, I was speechless. Dusty and musty is only how I can explain it. She showed me a little dining set she wanted to sell but she didn’t want to do it that day she was just so overwhelmed she said. AWWW, I felt bad for her and wanted to hug her, which is unusual for me (I’m not a hugger, cept my kids). I asked when would be a good time to come back and gave her my phone number.
The point of my story is that I don’t want to be like that. Every day I fight this battle with myself (and my husband) over the “stuff” I have accumulated in my garage. Furniture, things I can fix. Things I have ideas for. Pieces that I got off the side of the road. Chatckes for the store. Supplies for fixing things, scrap wood, etc. etc. etc..
I’m pretty sure I won’t get that way but I have this FEAR of it. I’m sure a hoarder doesn’t think “oh one day I want my house to be filled to the ceiling with useless stuff”. From what I can tell it just sort of takes over. And I think that is my fear.
I wake up thinking about furniture, Goodwill, Salvation Army, painting, garage sales, makeovers, etc… It’s on my mind 24/7 people! Crazzzeeee, like my Aunt said I need an intervention.
BUT it is all about balance. I’m constantly juggling, kids, hubby, painting, organizing my “stuff”, chores, friends, church, etc… the Lord (he should be first on my list). So I guess my point is, that for me, I love what I do. I have to make time for what I do. I am blessed to be creative. I am blessed to have my sweet family. I am blessed to have a husband that tolerates what I do.
But, at the end of the day I don’t want to be a hoarder and I don’t want my family and friends to think that “stuff” is more important to me than they are. So I have to find balance and when I get that “yucky” feeling when I’ve been to too many GW’s and garage sales it’s time to call it quits for the day and go home to what really matters. And it ain’t furniture….LOL!!!
So what about you, do you get overwhelmed with “stuff” in your space?
Be blessed, Lisa XO