I am, by nature. a hoarder of all kinds of crafting supplies. My craft room had been boxed up about fifteen years ago when the kids were young. As needed, I would purchase new supplies as I needed them, knowing I had those same supplies in boxes in my mother-in-law’s basement. So, when one of my kids moved to their own apartment, I inherited their bedroom.
As I unboxed all the boxes, I realized there was no way all my stuff would fit. Organizing that much stuff is overwhelming, so I did what does not come natural to me… I purged. I sat in front of each box with the trash bag to one side and a box for donations to the other. Each item went to one of those or was immediately put in its place. I had another box across the room where I put items I was undecided because of sentimental value or the cost to replace. When the undecided box was full, I had to decide to make room for another item to enter it.
I cried, I argued with myself, trashed some, donated a lot. If it was easily replaceable, it was donated. For example, I kept my late mother’s crochet hooks, but donated all but one skein of yarn. I do not crochet, although Mama taught me how. If I decide to do it again, I have a skein to practice with while I search for exactly the yarn I wish to purchase. I also, having home-schooled my three for all their school lives, had lots of crayons and glue and such. I kept 2 glue bottles and a set of crayons, and donated the rest.
I still have a ways to go, but it will all fit in my new workroom. I have no room for cute and efficient organizers, as my room is filled with furniture from my childhood I refuse to part from. Instead, I use those antique cabinets, buffet, table and shelves for my storage.