A busy week, with annoying last minute changes of plan imposed on us by the removals company, and a flurry of people charging in out and out of both houses, and we are finally moved. This is basically the only part of the house that still needs to be unpacked – the bookcase in our study. 3 days of on-and-off unpacking and we are done! I am convinced that this is due to the sheer amount of decluttering we have done in the last 18 months.
This house is bigger than the last one, and while we do have a reasonable amount of furniture, the place feels spacious, airy and uncluttered. There are empty spaces in the rooms, which I can see I might feel tempted to fill up with new things, extra furniture and decorations.
We’ve spent some time in the last couple of days in DIY and home shops, buying lampshades and picture hooks and the like. Shopping in IKEA provokes different reactions in me and my husband. He wanders, looking bewildered by all the stuff, following the arrows that take you through the maze of wardrobes, mattresses, vases and plastic plants. I march, with list in hand, looking for shortcuts, determined not to be tempted by the array of stuff that might just look nice in that corner, might make organising our kitchen cupboards easier, might add a homely touch to a spare room. It takes all my willpower to walk past the wicker baskets without picking one up..
I am doing quite well at not bringing new clutter into our home, but am still stumped by how we can downsize further without it feeling uncomfortable or bleak.