anyone remember Fibber McGee?
back in the good old days of radio -- and no, i'm not 102, tho i feel like it after a stint of bulb planting -- there was a character called Fibber McGee who had a closet so crammed with his stuff that everything would fall out whenever the door was opened. you know the sort of thing, we all have one. or two. or more.
1946 and CatskillDeb have opened the discussion in another folder, and i thought it worthy of relocation so as not to utterly hijack that thread (Fall Pictures). so here it is, folks, Clutterers Anonymous. hi, my name is roxanna, and i am a clutterer. admitting it is the first step, they say. feel free to join this select group.
there are supposedly four bedrooms in my house. the mistake made here by the builder is that all four have doors. doors which can be closed, thereby enabling the clutterer to excell in the Fibber McGee School of cramming stuff into any given space until completely full, backing one's way out carefully and closing said door. two of my so-called bedrooms have entered this Twilight Zone. and the third is not far behind. and then there is the basement. the attic. the garage. and two garden sheds (there, i kept the theme of gardening intact for the sake of the forum).
is there a 12-step program for clutterers?? a saint one can pray to??
one bedroom needs to be accessible for the occasional guest, which means clearing off the bed and widening the pathways. where to put it all?? ah, there's a teeny area, let's dump it here. fill a trash bag or three. donate to charity. DO NOT dither over whether the item might possibly be of use sometime in the next 12 years. you do not need it. repeat that mantra. be strong. get it out of the house. let stuff go.
unfortunately, i come from a long line of pack-rats. clutter is in my genes. i am hardwired for it, and it is a constant battle. if there is a horizontal surface, i shall pile it high. if i could attach stuff to the ceiling (another horizontal surface, you understand, simply not very convenient), i would have done so by now. go vertical, methinks. why not!
lest any of you think it's time to call the Anti-Clutter Brigade, please believe me when i tell you that i am not (yet) a cadidate for that new reality show "The Hoarders". at least, i don't think i am. but then, what do i know? i shall not allow cameras into my house, just to be on the safe side...
at least i did not work the library book sale this year and am not tripping over 20 boxes of gleanings for my winter reading, as has been my wont in past years. le sigh.
Edited 10/20/2009 8:20 am ET by roxanna




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My daughter is the best of the best when it comes to getting rid of clutter. She says if you haven't used it in a year, you don't need it. One year I spent a lot of time looking for my red Christmas tablecloth. I remembered she had had a garage sale so I asked if she had sold my tablecloth? She had and said you didn't use it last year Mom. No I says, we were invited to your house for Christmas. I follow her around now when she comes over and announces a garage sale is in the offing. For a small fee, I can route her to your house.
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your daughter scares me! i rotate decorations for the holidays, and i think i'm on a 5 year plan. too funny about your tablecloth, but sorry to hear it for your sake. in theory, and stretching the time limit just a wee bit, i approve of her thinking. but i am congenitally incabable of following it... on the other hand, perhaps she ought to come here and inspire me! has she got a couple of spare months? lol.
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My daughter says she is scared of our house and having to deal with all our clutter in the future when we leave here for that garden in the sky. I told her it's simple, just pick out the few things she wants, and then hire an estate sale business to take care of the rest. Or better yet, just leave her brother to deal with it. Seriously, while I'm a bit of a pack-rat, dh is the ultimate one. He has filled up the basement, the garage, the garden shed, and I have to keep a firm watch to keep him from also filling up the greenhouse with stuff. Right now he is planning to build a couple of new garden sheds, and has enough lumber piled up out at the back of our property to build maybe a house or two. My car has not been in the garage for about five years now. And he keeps hauling home things for me to make more gardens with. I have an herb garden that is made with four "big wheel" rims, each nine feet across, laid out in a square, with a smaller circle in the middle. While it is totally cool, I have told him to stop finding more stuff as I can not keep up with all the gardens we have. And if I let him, he would have turned our guest room and my computer room into storage rooms too. I drew a line there! Besides our son is currently staying in the guest room and has it full of his stuff. Huge giant sigh.
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I love listening to 'Old Time Radio' and remember Molly saying, 'T'aint funny, McGee'. Well, I guess I'm in good company. I am trying desperately to get cleared out. Up north, I had this wonderful thing called a BASEMENT where I could stash my excess. Not so in sunny Florida. I love books and have tons of them. It took me a while to connect that if I kept buying books I would have to get more bookshelves, duh. We did just have a yard sale and got rid of some stuff, donated some to Vets of America and put the rest OUT AT THE CURB for the trashmen. You might think that my indoor paths are wider; just barely. I blame my father (who I think is OCD) for my hoarding tendancies. When growing up, if I went away to camp, I came home to find my room 'cleaned out'. He would arbitrarily decide what was junk and out it would go. By the time I got home, my little treasures were already gone. So now I think I hold on to things.