You call it nesting. I call it finally having a reason to do the organizing I've been trying to do for years.
My brother has always teased me about my cleaning habits. In order to clean up, I first need to make a mess. I need to spread out. I need to organize. So I pulled out all my crafting supplies from all the corners of our apartment and decided to organize them once and for all. Paints with paints. Stamps with stamps. Ribbons with ribbons. It was coming along quite nicely...until I took a break to go get ice cream with Trinity. Now I don't feel like putting anything back away.
Here's the thing with clutter--it's totally unnecessary (not that you didn't already know that). If something has been in a box for a year, do you really need it? Do you remember what's in the back of the closet? Or have you touched the cables in the "cable drawer" anytime recently? I want so badly to throw things out, but then I say to myself, "But what if you need that in the future?" And it's true--what if you want to make a skirt in the future and you remember that spool of lace that sat in the drawer for two years. Oh, but then you threw it out. And now you have to go buy more lace. So you leave the lace in the drawer just in case.
It's a horrible thing.
I'd say I'm pretty good at getting rid of things I don't need. I'm certainly not a pack rat. But I'd like to be better. I'd like to have one of those houses that has open space--empty space--useable space--uncluttered space.
Instead I have a living room floor covered in crafting supplies and I'm typing on my blog.
My room is not cluttered right now. Maybe I'll just go hang out in there.
3 years ago