A fellow KonMari-er requested I turn a recent Facebook post into a proper blog post so here it is Maria..!
A couple of days ago I walked into the craft room and found this:
Instead of feeling a little shocked to find the bookalanche, I was more disturbed by the volume of stuff that had been spewed forth.
This time last year we completed a year-long KonMari (KM) de-clutter of the whole house so I didn’t think clutter was too much of an issue here at Chez Murphy but it appears I was wrong. It’s amazing how seeing ones possessions from a different angle (in this case in an unceremonious heap on the floor) can jump-start a fresh engagement with your things. Stuff on shelves has a tendency to become invisible after a while but when it shifts physical position you can see it again (this is why Marie Kondo invites us to gather all items belonging to the same category into a pile; changing location shakes them up a bit). And thus I saw the contents of my shelves with fresh eyes. ALLLLL of it.
This unexpected event prompted a revisit of my books ‘category’ and I let go of quite a stack that I hadn’t been able to bring myself to discard before.
All my old diaries written from age nine and into my mid-twenties had been on the top shelf (the one that seemingly tipped the balance!) and even though I have very mixed feelings about them – so much angsty content and FAR too much detail – I’m not ready to get rid of them, not yet anyway. Not least because they could contain more lucrative ideas like this beaut from 1996 which could lead to untold riches:
One thing I realised is I don’t want them on view, and whilst looking online for some sort of vintage trunk to stash them in, I suddenly remembered my dad’s old boarding school tuck box which I’d had restored earlier in the year. This is part of the KM magic; when you need a solution, the perfect one often presents itself from what you already have, and just to add to the magic, the box is the perfect size to house them all snugly together AND it’s lockable! The shame will be contained.
In amongst the strewn items I also found three VHS tapes that’d escaped the KM cull, titled: ‘Village Show 1983’, ‘Village Show 1984’ and ‘Family’. They’d obviously made it through Round #1 of KM but what struck me upon seeing them again was how dormant and pointless they were in their current state. I don’t have a VHS player, hell we don’t even have a TV, so today I’ve packaged them up ready to be converted to DVD. It’s not that expensive and then at least they can be viewed. I remember at the time feeling I ‘should’ keep them as there are lots of people still living in and around our village who were either in the shows or who helped organise them and I’m pretty sure my dad was the only person who recorded them. I felt a responsibility not to just toss the tapes as they have irreplaceable content and other people might be interested in them, but without converting them and sharing the footage with ‘local folk’, the tapes had a bit of a negative psychological weight to them just sitting on the shelf, unwatched.
I also came across several strips of black and white negatives from photo’s I’d taken at art college over 10 years ago. It was just from an experimental roll and I never got round to processing any of the images as soon after taking them my lovely mum died and, well processing negatives was taken to a whole new level. I know why I kept them…partly it felt like an incomplete project but mostly it’s because there is one negative, unintentionally double-exposed, where one half of the frame is of a tree and the other is the last photo taken of my mum before she died, plaster-of-paris’d arm held aloft. The same realisation hit me…there was little point in holding on to them without ever processing them. So to that end I’ve also parcelled them up ready to be scanned.
I already feel lighter for having tackled these dormant items, hopefully breathing some new life into them.
This is why I am an exuberant advocate for the KonMari method, the process continues to provide endless opportunity for insights, it’ll be a life long relationship for us. It’s been a revelation to me to be conscious and mindful of what we own and what we bring into our home; to carefully choose those items and to revisit and review from time to time. And I can’t think of a much better yard stick than to ask ‘does it spark joy’?