I finally got around to tossing my niece’s old car seat that’s been lingering in my boot for months. I was planning to donate it to St Kilda Mums but then realised the manufacture date was too old, so I naughtily went out under cover of darkness last night to find a hard rubbish pile to add it to. (Quite thrilling - missed my calling as a criminal, I think).
I have a big bag of things waiting to go to the op shop, but I should really go through my wardrobe and add some clothes to the pile; I have way too many dresses. Also have too much kitchen stuff but I refuse to consider getting rid of any of that.
I declutter and organise pretty regularly anyway, but we definitely have too many things. At the moment DP and I each have our ‘own’ room besides the bedroom - his study with desktop PC/suits/an unholy amount of plants, and my reading room with bookshelves and snuggle chair. If/when a kid comes along someone’s going to have to give up a room, so I’m trying to declutter more majorly in anticipation… But I don’t wannaaaa! I like my stuff! 😢