Archive | August 17, 2014

Fantasy-self clutter

Do you have stuff that you hang onto because you think you want it but it doesn’t really fit into your current lifestyle. Let me try and put that a better way. Stuff you have to lead the life you dream about but know will never lead. Stuff that goes with your imaginary self, your fantasy self.

For example I use to have two picnic baskets. They belonged to the image of driving into the countryside, stopping by a field, unloading a picnic table and a basket with cutlery, crockery and white linen and a second basket full of delectable morsels. But we don’t have fields you can stop by, and when we picnic we generally walk a bit so carrying a heavy, awkward basket was never going to happen. One basket has been repurposed to hold towels in my bathroom.

I have craft materials for my fantasy self – the lady who has time, inclination and skill to do some crafting. Yeah, right, like all those three are ever going to happen. Facing reality, I decluttered much of my craft materials, but I’ve hung onto my cross stitch patterns. Silly really, ’cause three of the cross stitch thingies I finished have been waiting to be framed for over 20 years. And three are waiting to be started since …mmm… can’t remember, but it is years. And one I started for my mother over 15 years ago hasn’t been touched for at least 15 years.

Well, I have just bought a series of books that are for my fantasy child self. What the? I have bought books that I don’t really want to read again, just so I can have them!! Why, when I am decluttering books I have read and will be unlikely to read again?

21 paperbacks!

It’s the fantasy me I wanted to be when I was a kid. To have the complete series of Famous Five, Secret Seven, other Enid Blyton books, Pollyanna, Anne of Green Gables, Little House. But books were so expensive back in the day.

So here they are.

I don’t really know where to put them. My book case is filling up with DVDs because Mr S and his sons are also collectors and want to own every DVD they watch.

At the moment the books are resting, are in transition, on my chest of drawers as I think where to put them. And every morning I look at them and am reminded on the folly of buying stuff for your fantasy self, especially your fantasy childhood.