Friday, 27 May 2016

Hoarder Or Collector

Autumn is my favourite time of year, much like spring, the temperature is perfect, the tree's change into beautiful orange/ red/ yellow colours and full the parks with joy /peace/ tranquillity.

See, I'm a nester, who is constantly organising, re-organising, re-arranging, boxing up, clearing out, sorting and donating stuff. Our house can sometimes, well, nearly always, look like it's full of junk!,  boxes at the doorway ready to chuck in the boot, if anyone who knocks at my door at any given moment, I can nearly hear them thinking out loud, like... "Hell, there must be some sh*t  in that house, junk always coming out, not going in"!.

A small house can a-company the impression of heaps of  junk but we have good junk!. This doesn't help with an shopaholic partner (No, I know what you are thinking, it isn't me!, buying spare parts related to... cars/ hot-rods/ bikes and buses! etc). Sometimes our wee house can resemble a thrift shop, our a students flat. If we ever had to sell out, (trust me when I say, people have mention this kind of mission once or twice), the first thing the real-estate guys would say, 'you could de-clatter, make the lounge look more roomier', my reaction to that would be, 'heck, knowing that, I would've boxed up a tonne more of stuff before I even rang your office, gezz'. but the thought actually scares me a little to be honest.

I actually love cleaning and clearing (so the some-what junk, is super clean, okay)-it's just that, in doing so, I'm merely re-arranging stuff into other parts of the house!, I keep thinking of who could use this.. the neighbours daughter may like this dress or, I've been known to cart  stuff down the street, maybe the dudes setting up their first flat can do with this coffee table!. Some days my partner can be horrified at the thought of me simply rocking up at a random house, boot full of 'stuff and drop it on their doorstep, only knowing that this home could do with extra clothes and useful bits and pieces (clean, working stuff, not junk! as you may think).

I'm not the one to just chuck out, likewise, if my sister or friends have a clean out, I'm the first one they ring, why?, I dunno either!, Ha ha.

So, really, the cycle of  hoarding or collecting! is simply waiting (at my home) to be passed on to people that needs it.  What can I say, I can't help myself.

Be kind to others and they will be kind to you.