REFORMING PACKRAT

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Certainly not reformed yet. I guess I had a mindset once upon a time that it was necessary to hang on to just about everything because it might be usable some time in the future. And being that I've lived here now for 18 years there wasn't any real incentive to start clearing things out. That is, until the closet rods started getting stuffed and it was getting tough to close the dresser drawers.

Finally, with some prodding by internet articles and the Sunday paper, I finally got around to trying to figure out how to shake down the house. I think what was stopping me before was it seemed to be such a daunting task to declutter the whole house.

I've often said that my CPAP machine had increased my problem solving ability. So finally I decided that I needed to narrow my focus and break the big problem into a bunch of a smaller problems. So the first problem to solve became clearing just the coat closet. I took enough out of the coat closet that I couldn't wear anymore to practically fill the back seat of the car. The local Rescue Mission got a big donation.

I eventually repeated the process with the shirt closet and dresser in the master bedroom. But the amazing thing was the blanket closet in the living room. In the bottom of the closet was a huge pile of tote bags that I had acquired over the years at builders shows and bar association meetings for carrying the stuff vendors were passing out. I'd get home, go through the stuff from the vendors and then toss the tote bag in the closet. I kept a couple of the very sturdy tote bags and the rest went to the Rescue Mission today, all 23 of them.

So yeah, I'm recovering but not recovered from packrattery. But from looking at my records I've probably done more clearing of stuff in the house in the last month than I've done in the last year. I just finally figured out how to get it done.
 
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Having to move is a real good reason to “ declutter”. Discovered my mail lady is into plants and gardening. Very good as she got about 30 assorted sized plastic pots. Shes getting several more with plants in them. She even wants some elephant ear plants which are all around the side and back yard. Place had 2 when I moved in. “ Somehow” they migrated, LOL…
 
I keep telling myself I've got to do some decluttering as well - especially the basement and my closet. Never seem to get around to it. I should know better - it took many days and three dumpsters to clean out my mother's house. I swore then I'd never leave that kind of task for my kids. Now that the weather's getting warmer, maybe I'll start on the basement. Maybe. :rolleyes:
 
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I predict this will be a long thread . . . . . :o


We're products of so many influences and most of us come to that time of reflection and self inspection. At least in my experience with people worth knowing.
Many of us are of the age not far removed from WWII and the Great Depression preceding and grew up around parents, grandparents and those who had to make much out of what little they had. Their lessons and attitudes filtered down to the observant among us.
Like many here and the OP I have become painfully aware of the propensity in my own life to hang on to things well past the time of letting go. We come to the stark reality of what we've always known intellectually, but 'feel' in our hearts and minds that there 'will be more time'. A fallacy since we know it's not guaranteed. When I consider the myriad of material blessings I've been afforded I contrast that to a great portion of the world where some still live in mud huts and subsist off of a handful of rice a day.
Getting rid of this "stuff" is definitely a first world problem. It saddens me that so many who have that problem don't seem to appreciate it. :(
 
i sure do like having all my stuff , that stuff you might need one day , it might have gone out of style , but that style might come back . i never get rid of tools or parts a i may need, even tho others in my family may think different. so my rule is if i can hide it i can keep it.
 
I live a distance from the closest city limit sign and that sign was always for a town so small that the streetlight would dim if someone plugged in an electrical razor. Never sitting still, with various projects, going to town for a simple part is out of the question. You make do with what you have, so I save everything. Installing 2 50-amp electrical outdoor panels this week along with replacing 2 broken windows on a rental unit. Had to get one $2.50 item to complete my projects. Everything else I had "acquired" somewhere along the way. My clothes are easy. I wear the same work pants, shirt, jacket and boots everyday for a week. Wash them Saturday night, ready for Monday. I determined years ago that the rocks, brush, trees, shovels, rakes, chainsaws and the like do not care the least bit that I am wearing yesterday's clothes. When I do have to go to town, I put on one of the two pair of good pants I own and a clean, tear free shirt. I'm not an animal.
 
Good for you, and I’m glad you have got a handle on clearing out some of your stuff.
Getting rid of stuff I think I might need someday is one of my problems, because I think I might find a use for the items someday. Sometimes I find a use for things I’ve kept and sometimes I don’t. It’s all good stuff.

And the beat goes on—-
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It starts to feel oppressive, having so much schlock to navigate and remember. I try to go through my stuff regularly: at least every six months (usually every four) I pick an area and attack it. I've given to friends and local help-them-get-on-their-feet shops and Facebook giveaway groups and even scrapper/resalers who'll come and pick the stuff up (I'm just as happy that someone should make some money off the stuff - I just want it out). And, like bgrafsr, I haven't missed anything I've given away, either.

My wife fills in the space that I make available, alas. (We had a talk about that yesterday - her stuff was keeping me from getting to my stuff to clear out - and she's taking some action on it.) A problem is that her Depression-Era (91 and 90 YOA) parents are living in a house where every cubic centimeter is full of stuff, so she'll often take it off their hands when offered so as to free up room for them.
 
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Many of us are of the age not far removed from WWII and the Great Depression preceding and grew up around parents, grandparents and those who had to make much out of what little they had. Their lessons and attitudes filtered down to the observant among us.
Like many here and the OP I have become painfully aware of the propensity in my own life to hang on to things well past the time of letting go. We come to the stark reality of what we've always known intellectually, but 'feel' in our hearts and minds that there 'will be more time'. A fallacy since we know it's not guaranteed. When I consider the myriad of material blessings I've been afforded I contrast that to a great portion of the world where some still live in mud huts and subsist off of a handful of rice a day.
Getting rid of this "stuff" is definitely a first world problem. It saddens me that so many who have that problem don't seem to appreciate it. :(

Fred, I couldn't have said what you said better myself. I have also theorized that the effects of the Great Depression were multi-generational, including those who weren't even born yet during it.

I think the recent passing of my aunt and uncle who lived near me and seeing what my cousins will have to deal with gave me some incentive to figure out how to clear the house somewhat and not leave everything for someone else to take care of.
 
Also Avoid flea markets.
Years ago when Mother had to go in assisted living I, as the only child got to clean out the Big House. English basement, 2 floors and attic. They collected antiques for about 60 years so house and carriage barn were full. Lucky for me 3 good friends and Mother's housekeeper helped. Housekeeper came 5 days a week and friends 4-6 days. Every one of them got lots of good stuff. 2 of the friends had Big $$$ metal detecters and they scoured about 15 acres around house and barn. House was built in 1768, they found all sorts of interesting items. They found my high school ring I lost working on my car in 1970 but the best was an 1800’s Sword Up Virginia Button in about 98% condition. Our son found the remains of a knock off Colt Navy1851 revolver in front of another old outbuilding back in the 80s. We filled up 3 of the largest dumpsters they would deliver. Took us 6 months. Told our 2 children we would not do that to them. Figure what they don’t want now we will just sell it in a few years…..
 
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As fellow "collectors" of stuff, we found the book " Buried in Treasures" to be helpful. Authors are David F. Tolin, Randy O. Frost and Gail Steketee, and it's published by Oxford University Press.
 
I've tried to declutter my workshop several times and just can't do it. I managed to force myself to throw away a box of used spark plugs from some old trucks, but discovered that buying another storage building did the trick.
 
I live a distance from the closest city limit sign and that sign was always for a town so small that the streetlight would dim if someone plugged in an electrical razor. Never sitting still, with various projects, going to town for a simple part is out of the question. You make do with what you have, so I save everything. Installing 2 50-amp electrical outdoor panels this week along with replacing 2 broken windows on a rental unit. Had to get one $2.50 item to complete my projects. Everything else I had "acquired" somewhere along the way. My clothes are easy. I wear the same work pants, shirt, jacket and boots everyday for a week. Wash them Saturday night, ready for Monday. I determined years ago that the rocks, brush, trees, shovels, rakes, chainsaws and the like do not care the least bit that I am wearing yesterday's clothes. When I do have to go to town, I put on one of the two pair of good pants I own and a clean, tear free shirt. I'm not an animal.

"So I went into my closet and put on my cleanest dirty shirt."
 
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